- Harold Horne: I was just practicing to be a salesman, Mr. Endicott.
- Mr. Endicott: You'll never make a salesman. Salesmanship is 98% personality and that's something you haven't got.
- Harold Horne: Oh, yes I have! Look!
- Mr. Endicott: Aw, that's not personality. That's stupidity!
- Female Customer: I think that left one's a little tight. Haven't you a larger size?
- Shoe Salesman: No, I haven't. But, I can have it stretched for you and make it very comfortable.
- Mr. Carson - Old-timer: You've got it bad, haven't you, my son? Say, are going to talk about that girl all night or are you going to thread my needle for me?
- Drunken Clubman: Oh, come on out. I'll buy you a little drink.
- Harold Horne: Oh, really, I never drink.
- Drunken Clubman: Well, what do you do? Dip your bread in it? Come on.
- Drunken Clubman: What business - are you in?
- Harold Horne: Oh, I'm in the - eh - the leather business.
- Drunken Clubman: Leather! Oh, that's what they make cows out of, ain't it.
- Harold Horne: I didn't think you'd remember me.
- Barbara: And I thought you had forgotten all about me.
- Harold Horne: Oh, no! Gracious, I couldn't. Gee, every time I see a truck driver, I think of you!
- Barbara: What?
- Harold Horne: Oh, well, you see, what I mean is - if it hadn't have been for that particular truck driver, well, I would not have ever met you.
- Barbara: Oh, that's different! That seems a long time ago, too. It must be all of six months!
- Harold Horne: Six months, three weeks and two days.
- Barbara: I love an athlete.
- Harold Horne: You do! Oh, what's his name?
- Barbara: Oh, no! I mean, I admire the athletic type. Like yourself!
- Barbara: Wouldn't it be a coincidence if we both sailed on the same boat!
- Harold Horne: Coincidence? It'd be a miracle.
- Drunken Clubman: Oh, old kid leather himself. He knows more about leather than a husband knows about trouble!
- John Quincy Tanner: I thought I heard a bell?
- Barbara: So did I?
- Harold Horne: Well, you hear a lot of funny things down here in the tropics: mosquitos and dragons and bananas.
- Mrs. Tanner: Why, haven't we met some place before?
- Harold Horne: Well, that's quite possible, Mrs. Tanner. You see, I might have been there.
- Janitor: Hey man, wa chu doin' up der? You ain't no eagle.
- Harold Horne: [dangling for dear life from a city skyscrapper] Hey! Help me! Come on around here. Open this window. My hands are caught.
- Janitor: Oh, wait der. I be back der, I reckon. Don't go away, now.
- Harold Horne: How can I go away? Get around here!
- Harold Horne: Hey, Charcoal! Hey Charcoal! Help! Charcoal!
- Janitor: 'ere I is.
- Harold Horne: Oh, listen, get me out of here, someway.