Gaby: Thank you for coming tonight. Good luck to you.
Gregory Y. Wendell: Hey, wait a minute, give a break, will ya? Look, I'm here in London for the first time on a 48-hour pass and I was kinda hopin' you might come out with me after the show. I'm loaded - a month's pay. Well, you know the places. Anywhere you say. I thought, eh, champagne, maybe and, eh, eh, caviar or whatever it is that actresses eat.
Gregory Y. Wendell: Back home you get a lot of funny ideas about the French. Especially when you live in Nebraska, where there aren't many.
Gaby: What kind of funny ideas?
Gregory Y. Wendell: Well, for instance, you think a Frenchman, all he cares about is drinking wine and making love.
Gaby: Oh, and the French woman, what is she doing?
Gregory Y. Wendell: You've got to admit you are different from American girls.
Gaby: Yes? In what way?
Gregory Y. Wendell: Oh, in nice ways. Not only the way you talk with that cute little accent.
Gaby: Accent? I have no accent.
Gregory Y. Wendell: Oh, that's right. And you're not always putting in a plug for yourself, either. Then, you're built differently. American girls have got - angles. But, you're, well, rounder, somehow. Your face and your - well, you're rounder - all around.
Gaby: Oh, I wish you weren't a paratrooper. Why did you ever choose a horrible thing like that. It's terribly dangerous.
Gregory Y. Wendell: Well, what about you? Here, in London with the bombs.
Gaby: I work here. If they fall, there is nothing I can do. I don't run to meet danger. I don't throw myself at it as if it were my lover.
Gaby: This is gay! You said there were first times for you tonight; well, so there are for me. This is the first time I go to a bottle club. And the first time I'm out with an American man. I've always been afraid them. Then, you're not like an American.
Gregory Y. Wendell: I'm not? Sure, I am.
Gaby: Oh, not like the Americans that dine in London now. I don't dare go anywhere alone, they whistle so.
Gregory Y. Wendell: Whistle? Oh! Ha-ha-ha...
Gaby: And they yell, "Mama, buy me that".
Gregory Y. Wendell: Well, can you blame them?
Gregory Y. Wendell: If we were willing to wait, it wouldn't be worth waiting for.
Gaby: That buzz bomb, hear it Elsa? If it stops shrieking this very second it means it's motor has stopped. It will land very near us. We could be dead in three seconds from now.
Elsa: Right. What can we do about it?
Gaby: We could realize it.
Elsa: I don't know what you mean; but, I'm so tired of that "love, drink and be merry, for tomorrow, we die" nonsense. You don't die. You just wake up with such a terrific headache you wish you had died.
Gaby: Somebody dies, every minute.
Gregory Y. Wendell: Can you say Omaha?
Gregory Y. Wendell: Well, that's close enough.
Gaby: What is that, Omawa?
Gregory Y. Wendell: A place to live. A beautiful place to live with running water and drug stores and drive-ins and country club dances. We'd be happy anywhere, Gaby. But, in Omawa...
Gregory Y. Wendell: You don't mind my being jealous, do you, honey? After all, when a fella finds a girl a couple of light years too good for him, jealousy's sort of natural.
Mr. Edgar Carrington: Your attention, please. It is not my intention to interrupt international relations. But, I will state, nevertheless, that the high command of the United States Army knows nothing about love. In fact, they fight it! Whatever success they may have elsewhere, this is the one war they must lose.
Gregory Y. Wendell: You funny, goofy girl.
Gregory Y. Wendell: Gaby, we can't blame each other for what the war's done.
Jim: You know, I just can't understand her accent.
Allen: Yeah, well, you know, the only thing about the girl I had, I don't like her teeth.
Jim: Well, now, Allen, you know she can always get new teeth.
Allen: Yeah, but, it's not the same thing if they come out at night. It makes a guy afraid to wake up first in the morning.