Bride: [in elevator at Niagara Falls hotel] You just get here honey?

Jean Newton: Yes.

Bride: We've been here a week.

David Grant: How are the falls?

Bridegroom: Uh, we're seeing them tomorrow.

Jean Newton: Hello! I'd like to ask you a proposition

David Grant: Good!

Jean Newton: [Offended that he has misinterpreted] A BUSINESS proposition!

Frederick Harper: [after catching Jean and David in a hotel room] It's nice, very nice! Well, one of you better start lying!

Judge: I've never heard that celebrities are to be trusted in their relationships with women more than anybody else.

Jean Newton: You don't believe in money. You don't believe in marriage.

David Grant: That institution, like the Colosseum in Rome, is still standing; but, it certainly shows the ravages of time. Doesn't it?

David Grant: [First lines]

[passing Jean on the street]

David Grant: Good luck!

Niagara Clerk: The bar is around the corner... way around.

Jean Newton: This passion you've acquired for French novels - shame on you.

Aunt: Yes, darling, I know they're not entirely moral. But, the French always seem to make everything so logical.

David Grant: You want to win money in order to marry a man who after a brief ceremony will take you to Poughkeepsie and apparently keep her there. Can you give me any good reason for being a party to any scheme as discreditable as that? And what sort of a man these days would demand a dowry? Is he a Frenchman?

Jean Newton: Certainly not! And the money isn't his idea, it's mine. I want the money myself.

David Grant: And what for?

Jean Newton: Because I want to be independent! And because I always made my own living. And because if I should ever want to buy anything, I should hate to ask somebody else for the money.

David Grant: And because it would be a precaution in the event of things not going very well?

Jean Newton: Yes!

Jean Newton: This morning, you wished me good luck and I had some good luck. Suddenly, I began to feel lucky.

David Grant: What about your honeymoon?

Jean Newton: Well, that will have to come later.

David Grant: Oh, don't you believe it.

Jean Newton: And why not?

David Grant: Because a honeymoon isn't something you can put away in cold storage like a mink coat. It just isn't the same moment - and it certainly isn't the same honeymoon.

Nick #2: Nicolas...

Nick #1: Hello, Nicolas.

Freddie: What's my problem, chum?

Freddie: Very strange duck.

Jean Newton: Just what kind of a duck does that make you?

Freddie: Let me tell it, pal.

David Grant: You tell it, pal.

David Grant: Has he a job?

Jean Newton: Certainly. He's an engineer.

David Grant: Civil? Military? Mining?

Jean Newton: Insurance.

David Grant: Well, this is the age of new professions.

Jean Newton: All right, mister. I'll get the ticket!

Jean Newton: What makes you think I'd go with you anyway?

David Grant: Something that almost escaped me, until I looked a little closer.

Jean Newton: What?

David Grant: That adventurous little twinkle in your right eye.

Jean Newton: You're crazy. You are crazy! I am a perfectly conventional, proper person. I'm even - straight-laced!

David Grant: But, you're not dull.

Jean Newton: I am. I am! I could be the dullest person you ever met!

David Grant: My dear, Miss Newton, will you allow me to take the risk? Good night.

Jean Newton: I wish I could understand you. You're either crazy or you're running away from something.

David Grant: Well, maybe.

Jean Newton: What?

David Grant: I don't know. Perhaps the same things you're headed for: security and respectability. I had them once.

David Grant: This is an adventure. Let's forget my past and your future and enjoy the poetic present.

Jean Newton: You need it. You know you do.

David Grant: Oh, no. I only needed it for one thing.

Jean Newton: What?

David Grant: Well, the - the - again the experiment! An artistic experiment. That, as you say, people would confuse with an improper suggestion.

Aunt: [to Jean] Don't be frightened of him dear. He won't bite you.

David Grant: Oh, I don't know.

Jean Newton: Well, maybe I'm the one who's crazy now, but, all right, you an can make your experiment. I'll - be the guinea pig. But, the strictly *impersonal* guinea pig.

David Grant: You dazzle me.

Jean Newton: I dazzle myself.

David Grant: [on the phone] Can you hear the music?

Jean Newton: Yes.

David Grant: Lovely, isn't it?

Jean Newton: Yes.

David Grant: Soft.

Jean Newton: And dreamy.

David Grant: Like a lullaby.

Jean Newton: Yes, it's lovely.

David Grant: Is the moon shinning in through your window?

Jean Newton: Yes.

David Grant: I can just see you. A shaft of pale blue light falling across your bed - and your face like a soft shadow on your pillow.

Jean Newton: Can you really see me?

David Grant: Of course I can.

David Grant: Will you tell her that my attorney is here and I'd like him to represent her.

Aunt: Well, she says she hasn't done anything she can't explain herself. So, she's going to be her own counsel. Portia, you know, and all that sort of thing.

Freddie: Say, he sure is a big shot all right. Do you recognize all those folks? Cafe Society. I wish I had their autographs on a few big insurance policies.

Maid at Ethel's: I opened the door and there she was. Waiting to *pounce* on me. Then, I went to 611. There she was again. Waiting to *pounce* on me. I tell you, your Honor, it got me so nervous, I've been a-scared to open a door ever since for fear I'd find her sitting there. Waiting to *pounce* on me.

Judge: I see. He made love to you, he kissed you, and then he drove away in your automobile without a word.

Aunt: Courage, dear, courage. Tell everything. Don't be ashamed, whatever it was.

David Grant: Did my client leave you a letter, before he left you at Niagara Falls?

Jean Newton: You know perfectly well you did. Eh, he did. You did!

Judge: On that trip you made love to her.

David Grant: Once, your Honor.

Judge: I don't care how often. Answer my question.

David Grant: Yes, your Honor.

David Grant: When did you fall in love with Miss Newton, Mr. Somerset?

Jean Newton: Your Honor, I object!

David Grant: I think it must have been when she called a sweepstake ticket a stoopsnake swicket.

David Grant: Mr. Somerset, do you think, that as a man with your record, you had any right to make love to her?

Judge: Mr. Harper, seems to me, can best be described as what in modern slang is called a dope.

Jean Newton: What's the matter with your mode of life?

David Grant: Well, nothing from my point of view, but, a great deal form everyone else's. For example, it has been described as: beachcombing.