Jack Lindsay: Isn't it terrible how completely women know each other?
Mary Morely: Young man, you are trying to interfere with destiny. Out! Out! Out!
Peter Morley: Any friend of my wife must have a friend of her own.
Jack Lindsay: Well, how we doing?
Mary Morely: I hadn't realized how easy it was to advise people and how difficult it is to make the advice work.
Gloria Fay: Well, when does the fur start flying?
Peter Morley: Fur?
Mary Morely: Fur! Miss Fay means when is somebody going to trip over his own tongue and reveal that Mr. Morely is sitting between Mrs. Morely and his girlfriend.
Jack Lindsay: Touche!
Gloria Fay: Girlfriend is quite the phrase Mrs. Morely.
Mary Morely: Oh, I was just being sweet.
Gloria Fay: You are a darling. I feel honored to have won your husband.
Mary Morely: You know, it's too bad you can't celebrate a moral victory.
Peter Morley: Well, now that we all know each other...
Gloria Fay: I want nothing but the best for Peter, and now he's going to have it.
Jack Lindsay: [Hands Peter his pajamas] Your pajamas.
Peter Morley: Thanks. You were yelling, "Stop! Thief!"
Jack Lindsay: Why did you run out on me?
Peter Morley: Do I have to explain my private life?
Jack Lindsay: Yes. And give the ear to a client who's come all the way from Washington on important business.
Peter Morley: Well, now, Jack. I'm in a mess and you know it. You've gotta make allowances.
Peter Morley: You can get off at the next stop. It's Harlem, and I hope I can too.
Jack Lindsay: You'll thank me some day.
Mary Morely: That is a moment I hope I don't have to see.
Jack Lindsay: The career of a martyr is a thankless one.
Mary Morely: Mr. Lindsay, just what is it you expect from me?
Jack Lindsay: You
[He takes her hand]
Mary Morely: [Rising and pointing him toward the door] Young man, you are trying to interfere with destiny. Out! Out! Out!
Jack Lindsay: [to Peter Morely, after concocting a plan to turn Mary away from Peter] Believe me, if you're so repulsive, as I'm sure you can be...
Peter Morley: It's wonderful, Jack... to help me like this. So... unselfish. Like a bat borrowing its blood.
Mary Morely: A woman who won't fight to hold a good man doesn't deserve him.
Peter Morley: You know, you'd be surprised how well that works out. I know because it happened to a friend of mine. Of course, this friend finally shot his wife and had to go to prison for life. But at least he "feels" free.
WAC Maj. Cheever: Mr. Morely, I must remind you there are ladies present.
Peter Morley: Uh, uh, major. Correction! You're soldiers, ha, ha, ha. You know, the trouble with women in uniform - they can't figure out what they are. Reminds me of the story of the gopher and the kangaroo.
WAC Maj. Cheever: Mr. Morley!
Peter Morley: Is there such a story?
Peter Morley: Victory? I'm up to my ears I victory. And what does it get me? Heartburn.
Jack Lindsay: She's on the verge of breaking. One more smart move'll do it.
Peter Morley: Like what?
Jack Lindsay: Go back into the bridal suite and ignore her.
Peter Morley: Ignore her?
Jack Lindsay: That's the final blow to her pride. That's the one move that will give you your freedom.
Peter Morley: You always sound so convincing, and you never make sense. "You can see through water, but you swallow it," you said.
Jack Lindsay: You're upset. You're a confused man.
Peter Morley: How right you are.
Jack Lindsay: You've almost won your battle, and you don't know it. Now, get in there and do as I say.
Peter Morley: But how do you ignore someone who's locked in a bedroom?
Jack Lindsay: That door's going to open, and you know what to do then.
Peter Morley: Ignore her?
Jack Lindsay: Check!
Gloria Fay: We're getting out of here while you still have a head on your body.
Peter Morley: [Bursting into an all black-tie restaurant] Be calm everybody, it's just the house detective. If you're with your own wife, just relax.
Jack Lindsay: I created a monster and it bit me.