Joe:
[
apologizing because the motor boat will only move backwards] I'm afraid it may take a little longer.
Sugar:
It's not how long it takes, it's who's taking you.
Sugar:
Real diamonds! They must be worth their weight in gold!
Joe:
[
trying to get Jerry to face reality regarding his engagement to Osgood] Jerry, Jerry, will you take my advice? Forget about the whole thing, will ya? Just keep telling yourself: you're a boy, you're a boy.
Jerry:
I'm a boy.
Joe:
That's the boy.
Jerry:
[
coming around] I'm a boy. I'm a boy. I wish I were dead. I'm a boy. Boy, oh boy, am I a boy. Now, what am I gonna do about my engagement present?
Joe:
What engagement present?
Jerry:
Osgood gave me a bracelet.
Joe:
[
takes it and inspects the stones with Beinstock's glasses] Hey, these are real diamonds!
Jerry:
Of course they're real! What do you think? My fiance is a bum?
Joe - 'Josephine':
[
to Daphne] . What are you afraid of? No-one's asking you to have a baby!
Beinstock:
[
as Daphne falls up the train steps] . Whoops-a-daisy!
[
smacks his bottom]
Daphne:
Fresh!
Joe - 'Josephine':
[
grabbing Daphne by the collar] . Daphne?
Daphne:
Well I never did like the name Geraldine.
Sugar:
Story of my life. I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.
Jerry:
Have I got things to tell you!
Joe:
What happened?
Jerry:
I'm engaged.
Joe:
Congratulations. Who's the lucky girl?
Jerry:
I am!
[
last lines]
Jerry:
Oh, you don't understand, Osgood! Ehhhh... I'm a man.
Osgood:
Well, nobody's perfect.
Jerry:
Will you look at that! Look how she moves! It's like Jell-O on springs. Must have some sort of built-in motor or something. I tell you, it's a whole different sex!
Jerry:
Now you've done it! Now you have done it!
Joe:
Done what?
Jerry:
You tore off one of my chests!
Joe:
But, you're *not* a girl! You're a *guy*, and, why would a guy wanna marry a guy?
Jerry:
Security!
Joe:
There's another problem.
Jerry:
Like what?
Joe:
Like, what are you gonna do on your honeymoon?
Jerry:
We've been discussing that. He wants to go to the Riviera but I kinda lean towards Niagara Falls.
Sugar:
Water polo? Isn't that terribly dangerous?
Junior:
I'll say. I had two ponies drowned under me.
Joe:
We didn't see anything!
Jerry:
We didn't hear anything either!
Joe:
[
to Sugar] The ship is in ship-shape shape.
Joe:
What are you worried about? This job is going to last a long time.
Jerry:
Well, suppose it doesn't?
Joe:
Jerry, boy, why do you have to paint everything so black? Suppose you got hit by a truck. Suppose the stock market crashes. Suppose Mary Pickford divorces Douglas Fairbanks. Suppose the Dodgers leave Brooklyn!
Jerry:
[
Jerry notices the badge of an undercover agent at a nearby table] Joe...?
Joe:
Suppose Lake Michigan overflows.
Jerry:
Well, don't look now, but the whole town is underwater!
Junior:
Look, if are you interested in whether I am married or not?
Sugar:
Oh, I'm not interested at all.
Junior:
Well, I'm not.
Sugar:
That's very interesting!
[
at the booking office, trying to be hired]
Joe:
What kind of a band is this, anyway?
Sig Poliakoff:
You gotta be under twenty-five.
Jerry:
We could pass for that.
Sig Poliakoff:
You gotta be blonde.
Jerry:
We could dye our hair.
Sig Poliakoff:
And you gotta be girls.
Jerry:
We could...
Joe:
No, we couldn't!
Sig Poliakoff:
You're the wrong shape. Goodbye!
Joe:
What are you looking for - hunchbacks or something?
Sig Poliakoff:
It's not the backs that worry me.
Bouncer:
[
examining a golf bag] What's in here?
Henchman:
My golf clubs, putter, niblick, number three iron.
Bouncer:
[
pulling out a submachine gun] what's this?
Henchman:
My mashie!
Sweet Sue:
Idiot broads! Here we are, all packed, ready to leave for Miami, and what happens? The saxophone runs off with a Bible salesman, and the bass fiddle gets herself pregnant! Beinstock, I ought to fire you!
Beinstock:
Me? I'm the manager of the band, not the night watchman.
Osgood:
[
to the elevator operator] All right, driver, once around the park, slowly, and keep your eyes on the road.
Osgood:
Right now, she
[
his mother]
Osgood:
thinks I'm out there on my yacht - deep sea fishing!
Daphne:
Well, pull in your reel, Mr. Fielding, you're barking up the wrong fish!
Jerry:
We're up the creek and you want to hock the paddle!
Toothpick Charlie:
Look, chief, I better blow 'cause if Columbo sees me, it's gonna be "Goodbye Charlie!"
Mulligan:
Goodbye, Charlie.
Jerry:
[
Joe used a "Cary Grant" voice when posing as a millionaire] What are you trying to do to that poor girl, putting on a millionaire act? And, where did you get that phony accent? Nobody "talks loike thet"!
Osgood:
You must be quite a girl.
Daphne:
Wanna bet?
Mulligan:
You better bring a check in case the joint is raided.
Waiter:
Who's gonna raid a funeral?
Mulligan:
Some people got no respect for the dead.
Mulligan:
What happened here?
Little Bonaparte:
[
referring to Spats and his thugs] There was something in that cake that didn't agree with them.
Mulligan:
My compliments to the chef. Nobody leaves this room until I get the recipe.
Little Bonaparte:
You wanna make a federal case of it?
Mulligan:
[
grabs the speaker of Little Bonaparte's hearing aid] Yeah!
[
first lines]
Mulligan:
All right, Charlie; that the joint?
Toothpick Charlie:
Yes, sir.
Mulligan:
Who runs it?
Toothpick Charlie:
I already told you.
Mulligan:
Refresh my memory.
Toothpick Charlie:
Spats Columbo.
Mulligan:
That's very refreshing; what's the password?
Toothpick Charlie:
"I've come to Grandma's funeral." Here's your admission card.
[
he gives Mulligan a mourning armband]
Mulligan:
Thanks, Charlie.
Toothpick Charlie:
Now if you want a ringside table, just tell 'em that you're one of the pallbearers.
Mulligan:
OK, Charlie.
Osgood:
I am Osgood Fielding the third.
Daphne:
I'm Cinderella the second.
Jerry:
Oh, why did I let you talk me into this?
Joe:
I thought you weren't speaking to me.
Joe:
[
referring to Jerry] He has an empty stomach and it's gone to his head.
Spats Colombo:
Hello, copper. What brings you to Miami?
Mulligan:
Heard you "opera lovers" were having a convention, so I thought I'd better be around in case anybody decided to sing.
Spats Colombo:
[
when his speakeasy is raided] What's the rap this time?
Mulligan:
Embalming people with coffee - 86 proof.
Sweet Sue:
Are you two from the Poliakoff agency?
Joe:
Yes, we're the new girls.
Daphne:
Brand new!
Daphne:
[
after meeting the all-girl band they'll be traveling with] How about that talent, huh? It's like falling into a tub of butter.
Joe:
Watch it, Daphne!
Daphne:
When I was a kid, Joe, I used to have a dream. I was locked up overnight in a pastry shop, and there was goodies all around. There was jelly rolls, and mocha eclairs, and sponge cake and Boston cream pie...
Joe:
Look, Stoop...
Daphne:
and cherry tart...
Joe:
Stoop, listen to me! No butter, no pastry. We're on a diet!
Sugar:
I come from this musical family. My mother is a piano teacher and my father was a conductor.
Joe:
Where did he conduct?
Sugar:
On the Baltimore and Ohio.
Daphne:
[
after meeting the dipsomaniac Sugar] How about the shape of that liquor cabinet?
Sugar:
[
on marrying well] I don't care how rich he is, as long as he has a yacht, his own private railroad car, and his own toothpaste.
Osgood:
You know, I've always been *fascinated* by show business.
Daphne:
Is that so?
Osgood:
Yes. As a matter of fact it's cost my family quite a bit of money.
Daphne:
Oh, you invest in shows?
Osgood:
Showgirls. I've been married seven or eight times.
Daphne:
You're not sure?
Osgood:
Mama is keeping score.
Joe:
So you got pinched in the elevator, so what? Would you rather be picking lead out of your navel?
Sugar:
[
singing] I wanna be loved by you, just you, nobody else but you. I wanna be loved by you alo-o-one. Boop boop e doo.
Sugar:
Been waiting long?
Junior:
[
gallantly] It's not how long you wait, it's who you're waiting for!
Sugar:
[
on the yacht Junior's pretending he owns] Which is the port and which is the starboard?
Junior:
Well that depends. That depends on whether you're coming or going. I mean, *normally*, normally, the aft is on the other side of the stern. But - And that's the bridge, so you can get from one side of the boat to the other.
Sugar:
[
admiring a large fish trophy] What is it?
Junior:
It's a member of the herring family.
Sugar:
A herring? Isn't it amazing how they get those big fish into those little glass jars?
Junior:
They shrink when they're marinated.
Sugar:
Oh Josephine! The most wonderful thing happened!
Joe:
What?
Sugar:
Guess.
Joe:
They repealed prohibition?
Jerry:
Oh come now, you can do better than that.
Sugar:
I met one of them.
Joe:
One of whom?
Sugar:
Shell Oil Junior. He's got millions, he's got glasses, he's got a yacht!
Joe:
You don't say.
Jerry:
He's not only got a yacht, he's got a bicycle!
Sugar:
[
after running back to the room to tell Josephine about the millionaire, Joe's other alter ego, and finding she's not there] Well I'll be back later.
Jerry:
Oh no you wait. I have a feeling she'll show up any minute.
Sugar:
Believe it or not, Josephine predicted the whole thing.
Jerry:
Yeah, this is one for Ripley.
Sugar:
Do you suppose she went shopping?
Jerry:
Shopping! That's it! Something tells me she's gonna come through that door in a brand new outfit!
Sugar:
Don't fight it.
Sugar:
It's me, Sugar!
Joe:
We won't breathe a word!
Spats Colombo:
You won't breathe nothin' - not even air.
Spats Colombo:
[
to coin-flipping wise guy] Where did you pick up that cheap trick?
Mulligan:
You shave with your spats on?
Spats Colombo:
I sleep with my spats on.
Little Bonaparte:
Thank you, fellow opera-lovers. It's been ten years since I elected myself president of dis organization - an' if I say so myself, you made duh right choice. Let's look at duh record: In duh lass fissel year we made a hundred an' twelve million dollars before taxes - only we ain't paying no taxes!
Sugar:
[
pouring bourbon into paper cup] Turn the lights on.
Daphne:
No lights, we don't want anyone to know we're having a party.
Sugar:
But I might spill some.
Daphne:
So spill it! Spills, thrills, laughs, and games. This may even turn out to be a surprise party.
Sugar:
What's the surprise?
Daphne:
Not yet.
Sugar:
When?
Daphne:
Better have a drink first.
Sugar:
There. That'll put hair on your chest.
Daphne:
No fair guessing.
Daphne:
[
in the berth, with the lady band members passing food around and a corkscrew's been brought] Girls, keep it down! You'll wake up the neighbours downstairs, now Josephine... WATCH THAT CORKSCREW!
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