- Terry Trindale: Who shall I say it's from, her lawyer?
- Tony Barling: Lawyer? Hardly.
- Terry Trindale: Well if this were bad news...
- Tony Barling: Do I look like bad news?
- Terry Trindale: Listen, pal, it's happened to me. Did you ever get knocked off your feet? Dizzy? Slap-happy? Hit between the eyes but you couldn't see straight?
- Chappie Champagne: Yeah, once. She had a boyfriend - a prizefighter. Hey, is this a dame?
- Terry Trindale: Dame, Chappie? No, no. She's the most wonderful, the loveliest. I don't know, she's something out of this world! She's way up there, Chappie, like a, like a new moon in the sky.
- Chappie Champagne: Like a cloud, floating by.
- Consuelo Croyden: One thing is obvious, you're mad!
- Terry Trindale: Oh, well, thank you.
- Consuelo Croyden: Impertinent. Talkative. Fresh. Are you honest? I think you are.
- Terry Trindale: So do I.
- Consuelo Croyden: That's good.
- Consuelo Croyden: How much is a secretary paid?
- Terry Trindale: Well, if she's good looking...
- Consuelo Croyden: Oh, stop it! You owe me thirty-two hundred dollars. I'm going to employ you as my secretary for ten weeks at three hundred a week. Now, the debt will be cancelled.
- Terry Trindale: I can't type.
- Consuelo Croyden: You won't have to.
- Consuelo Croyden: Do you go to the theater?
- Terry Trindale: Oh, the theater's nice... anything for a good time.
- Consuelo Croyden: On the stage, the butler brings in a chicken. At least it looks like a chicken, it pretends to be a chicken, but, it isn't a chicken. It's made of cardboard.
- Terry Trindale: What of it?
- Consuelo Croyden: You shall be my cardboard lover.
- Terry Trindale: Oh, company?
- Consuelo Croyden: Oh, yes, Terry, darling. This is Tony Darling, Tony Barling!
- Eva: We women, we're all alike.
- Consuelo Croyden: All of us. Ha-ha. We all run after our own unhappiness. If a woman's been deceived by an inventor and beaten by a Russian, the next man she'll fall in love with will be a Russian inventor.
- Consuelo Croyden: If ever again I treat you badly...
- Terry Trindale: I know, I beat you.
- Consuelo Croyden: Yes!
- [Kiss]