- Joan Thayer: I've always loathed girls who marry their employer.
- William van Luyn: Oh, rubbish, darling. Rubbish!
- Joan Thayer: I'm going to be - married.
- Mr. Thayer: You married? To whom?
- Joan Thayer: Mr. - Mr. van Luyn.
- Frank Thayer: The billionaire bird you're working for?
- Mr. Thayer: Your employer?
- Helen Thayer: Oh, whoopee! Oh, gee!
- Henry Thayer: Mr. van Luyn, I'm wonderin' if you'd pardon a very personal question?
- William van Luyn: Why, certainly! Why not?
- Henry Thayer: How does it feel to be rich?
- William van Luyn: Feel? It doesn't feel.
- Joan Thayer: I see it all, dear. Very clearly. We live in two different worlds! You were very sweet to them all today; but, you did think Henry a bore.
- William van Luyn: No, I didn't. No, I didn't, Joan.
- Joan Thayer: Oh, yes, you did. And you thought Frank was a blank and Helen was vulgar.
- William van Luyn: Why, nothing of the sort, Joan. I thought she was a cute kid.
- Joan Thayer: I want to be his partner! His mate! Not just a woman who runs his house and advertises his wealth.
- William van Luyn: It's hot in here, isn't it, dear?
- Joan Thayer: Why, it's hot everywhere, tonight.
- William van Luyn: But, it seems to me that it's hotter in here than it is anyplace else.
- Mrs. Thayer: I did hope Joan was going to get away from dishes and cooking and have a beautiful home and the kind of clothes she can wear.
- Helen Thayer: Sure! And chauffeurs and butlers and diamonds and furs and parties and traveling and the opera and many of the books she's been crazy for.