John Hill: I don't think people should get married unless they're in love. Do you?
Mary Hill: Oh, certainly not.
John Hill: I mean, it might only be an infatuation. Then where would you be?
Mary Hill: That's right.
John Hill: When I get married, I'm going to know everything there is to know about her.
Mary Hill: Me too - about him, I mean. Like, how many lumps of sugar he likes in his coffee.
Mary Hill: I wish we had a lot of time, a whole weekend maybe. And I wish we had a little apartment, with our own fireplace and our own furniture, and our own little icebox.
John Hill: When a fella and a girl get married quickly like this, they've got to start out right, don't they?
Mary Hill: Yes, John.
John Hill: Well, that's what we're going to do, Mary. Tomorrow you find an apartment, and next weekend we'll have 36 whole hours together.
Mary Hill: For the first time I understand how my mother felt about my father.
Mary Hill: Oh, John, it's only for a few hours, and you could come along with me and wash dishes.
John Hill: You mean mess duty?
Mary Hill: Oh, I guess you wouldn't want to do a thing like that, would you?
John Hill: Well, if I'm going to be a civilian, I might as well be a good one.
Mary Hill: Oh, John, you're so wonderful.
Freddie Potts: How are you liking the domestic life? Is she a good housekeeper?
John Hill: Best one I've ever had.
Mary Hill: Oh, excuse me.
Freddie Potts: By the way, if this job of yours doesn't come through, perhaps you'd like to come to work for us? You could start at the bottom, of course.
John Hill: Well, I don't happen to have a feeling for pots.
Freddie Potts: Pots are amongst the oldest industries in the world. Civilization began with the pots.
Mr. Amboy: What firm?
Freddie Potts: Potts'.
Mr. Amboy: Potts'?
Freddie Potts: Potts' Pots.
Mr. Amboy: Never heard of it.
Freddie Potts: Founded in 1808.
Mr. Amboy: Oh, an old-fashioned pot firm.
Freddie Potts: We have satisfied housewives for 137 years.
Mr. Amboy: Oh. After the war, your pots will be out of business.
Freddie Potts: Oh, really.
Lisa Borescu: There are two reasons why Mary will forgive you, but explaining is not one of them. She will forgive you because she loves you. She will forgive you because you love her.
Lisa Borescu: The world is too full of Poopsies, and Lisas, but of John and Mary, there are too few.
Mary Hill: [Opening door to leave] And what's more, Freddie Potts, I'm going to tell your mother on you!
John Hill: Where did she go?
Freddie Potts: How should I know? She's your wife.
John Hill: Oh, he finally came to that conclusion, huh
[grabbing Freddie by the elbow]
John Hill: ?
Freddie Potts: Now, now, now, now, now. Let's remember that we're gentlemen.
John Hill: Since when do gentlemen send other men's wives minks coats?
Freddie Potts: Mink. Mink coat.
John Hill: If I were in love with another man's wife and I thought it would do me any good, I'd give her a fur coat; if I thought it would do me any good.