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.
Niagara Clerk: The bar is around the corner... way around.
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.
Freddie: What's my problem, chum?
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.
David Grant: This is an adventure. Let's forget my past and your future and enjoy the poetic present.
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: [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.
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: 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.