June Cameron: The modern woman can match the modern man fiber for fiber and have a rib left over.
June Cameron: [to Timothy] Now, listen to me, my microscopic friend, you might be able to give orders to thay barnacle you're engaged to, but the last time a man tries it on me, I was six, and he was seven, and for one solid hour I beat him over the head with my all-day sucker!
June Cameron: Don't you yell at me, you microbe hunter.
Telegraph Operator: I used to feel awful when men didn't insult me, but now I don't care anymore.
Dr. Timothy Sterling: Well, gentlemen, as you well know, 75 is the passing grade, and so far you've confined all your passing to the football field.
Dr. Lionel Sterling: Have you two had a quarrel?
June Cameron: Yes. Yes, he hit me.
Dr. Lionel Sterling: You didn't?
June Cameron: Yes, he did.
Dr. Timothy Sterling: Well, I only pushed her.
Dr. Lionel Sterling: You only pushed her? Tim, I shouldn't have to remind you that this is not the Neolithic age.
Dr. Timothy Sterling: Well, how would you like it if someone said that your father was a pompous, opinionated old windbag?
June Cameron: I didn't say that.
Dr. Lionel Sterling: I would be honest enough to admit that the person was absolutely right.
June Cameron: Pop, he's lying. I never said that.
Dr. Lionel Sterling: I don't care who said it, my dear, it's true. I talk too much. Your mother always said that.
June Cameron: You know, you and that little bundle of boredom are going to make a charming couple. And when people don't ask you out, don't blame it all on her.
Dr. Timothy Sterling: You know, it strikes me you're laboring under the impression that you're superior to Marilyn. Well, maybe in sarcasm, yes. But when it comes to... why, you couldn't lure me out of a burning building.
June Cameron: You know, marriage is no longer the answer to a maiden's prayer. Oh, slaving over a hot stove all day is all right for some of the more backward members of our sex, but there's a new kind of woman coming into the fore... the kind who refuse to subordinate her personality to that of the egotistical male.
Dr. Timothy Sterling: [to June] You're so brittle that one of these cold days you're gonna break up into a million pieces, and when that happens, I want a seat right in the grandstand!
John R. Pierce: [to Timothy] You're a very lucky man. You've made money while you were asleep.
June Cameron: [to Timothy] Now, in spite of what you and little Chester here may think, the modern woman can match you men fiber for fiber and have a rib left over.
June Cameron: Will you please relax, my meddling medico.
June Cameron: Well, if that's the way you feel about it, my pathological playmate.
Dr. Timothy Sterling: Why, you couldn't lure me out of a burning building.
June Cameron: This happens to be one of those tender moments that you wouldn't understand.
Dr. Timothy Sterling: Hello! Yes! Yes, this is Dr. Sterling. A What? A severed pneumogastric? Well, I'll be right over.
Dr. Timothy Sterling: Oh, no. Don't go to bed, please. I'm not a bit tired. Why, I once sat up 72 hours in a straight-jacket case.
New York Editor: Oh - they're not married? Then we'll have to print that the man in her bedroom is *not* her husband.