- Valentine Ransome: Four score and twenty years ago, our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
- Carol Wallace: She knows the Constitution!
- Butch: Mr. Jonathan brought liquor into the family during Prohibition.
- Valentine Ransome: Sort of too bad, don't you think?
- Butch: Yes, Miss. He does become a trifle, if I may say so, impetuous.
- Valentine Ransome: Yes, if that's what you call trying to buy a popcorn wagon at three in the morning.
- Butch: Will it be breakfast for two, sir?
- Valentine Ransome: No, no. Not unless your Master is a heavy eater.
- Jonathan Blair: Yes, it's breakfast for two.
- Valentine Ransome: Delighted. We must have met at Newport. Or, are you one of the South Hampton PeeWees?
- Jonathan Blair: What's the matter with you now? Are you trying to learn the deaf and dumb sign language or something?
- Butch: No, sir. It's my circulation, sir. It's a little bit below par.
- Jonathan Blair: You know, you're awfully good to me. Why did you go to all that trouble? Bringing me home last night?
- Valentine Ransome: Oh, I don't know. Blame it on the night.
- Jonathan Blair: I've been known to propose to three women in one evening and follow through with Lincoln's Gettysburg Address. Did I, em, did I propose to you?
- Valentine Ransome: Oh, I don't remember.
- Jonathan Blair: On the roof.
- Valentine Ransome: Stargazing.
- Jonathan Blair: And I said I want to pull a few down and put them in your hair.
- Valentine Ransome: That was sweet.
- Jonathan Blair: And then we danced and I said...
- Valentine Ransome: Moonbeam.
- Jonathan Blair: That's right! Moonbeam. I said you danced like a moonbeam. And your skin was enchanted to the roses you were wearing.
- Valentine Ransome: They were camellias.
- Jonathan Blair: Camellias. That's right. They were camellias. And I said they suited you because they were smooth and heavy and rare. And I said great things could happen on a night like this.
- Valentine Ransome: They do! Don't they Jonathan.
- Jonathan Blair: Great things! Planets are born. Napoleons are conquered. Women are won.
- Valentine Ransome: And I said I wanted to kiss the policemen who raided the nightclub and threw us together.
- Jonathan Blair: Planets. Napoleons. Women. Huh, funny little things a man can say when he's in his cups.
- Valentine Ransome: You've had your life line buttered for you since the day you were born.
- Jonathan Blair: I guess you're right. See any hope for me?
- Valentine Ransome: Maybe - with a few calluses. It'll take an awful jolt. You've been too lucky, Mister.
- Jonathan Blair: I wasn't lucky till last night.
- Carol Wallace: Oh! You know, she's not a bad little number. Who is she?
- Jonathan Blair: Just a friend of drunken sailors. She piloted me back to port last night.
- Carol Wallace: What was that girl doing here?
- Butch: She was taking a shower bath, Miss.
- Carol Wallace: Taking a bath - here? You mean she took her clothes off?
- Butch: I didn't see any soap on her gown, Miss.
- Sam Ransome: I'd like to know where you were all night.
- Valentine Ransome: Well, it was my last night in New York and I did a little pub crawling.
- Jonathan Blair: You're the type of woman that wants to wear the pants. All right, Mister, wear them! Trip over them! And break your neck!
- Sam Ransome: Do you realize that in 45 minutes we got to get on a train?
- Valentine Ransome: Really? Oh, I thought we only had a half an hour.
- Jonathan Blair: That seems to call for the first drink of the day. To my little Sarah Bernhardt.
- Carol Wallace: Oh, I want to be a famous actress.
- Sam Ransome: Who cares about a crazy bronco...
- Valentine Ransome: I've seen you turn many a crazy bronco into a fine horse, Sam.
- Sam Ransome: Yeah, but, human flesh hasn't got the sense of horse flesh.
- Valentine Ransome: Sometimes they both need a whip to put some sense into them. First you have to slip a bit in his mouth and make 'em like it.
- Jonathan Blair: Stop nagging. You're being feminine and I don't like it.
- Butch: The female is the most maligned species, sir. She often displays a fortitude far beyond that of the male.
- Jonathan Blair: And don't begin that again, either.
- Butch: No, sir. I was just thinking about my Great Aunt Hester, sir. Did you know, sir, she was the first woman to ever swore the side-saddle and ride a horse as gentlemen do, sir? Of course, she was roundly stoned. But, it was worth it, sir. She afterwards became the Assistant to the Master of the Hounds, sir. And what is more interesting, it might amuse you to know, sir, that the man who threw the largest stone, became the Master of Hounds, sir.
- Butch: [reading the Board of Directors report] Period. The next is underscored, sir. For the fourth consecutive time comma the meeting was presided over by the First Vice President. And this is *double* underscored, sir. In the absence of the President comma Mr. Thomason Blair period.
- Jonathan Blair: I consider myself balled out - and in writing.
- Valentine Ransome: When you break in a horse, you should be the one to tie on the feedbag. Otherwise, he might get attached to somebody else.
- Sam Ransome: Why, honey, I've seen you thrown off a horse ten times and then get right back up and get on again.
- Valentine Ransome: Well, it was my horse.
- Justice of the Peace: The little birds. The little birds. The little birds. The little birds all have nests. The little bees have hives. The birds sing. The bees buzz. And that makes sweet music.
- Jonathan Blair: Well, that settles it. There's only one thing to do to her!
- Butch: Oh, sir, I hope I - I do hope - what are you going to do, sir?
- Jonathan Blair: Plenty!
- Mr. Meggs: You can't meddle in somebody else's life.
- Valentine Ransome: I always have.
- Mr. Meggs: And burned your fingers.
- Valentine Ransome: And liked it.
- Jonathan Blair: No Blair ever played with loaded dice, Miss Jesse James.
- [Valentine slaps Jonathan]
- Jonathan Blair: Now, are you taking advantage of the fact that you're a lady, presumably?
- [Valentine slaps him again]
- Jonathan Blair: Too bad you're not a man.
- Valentine Ransome: Don't let that stop you! I can take care of myself.
- Jonathan Blair: It is evident, the Blair Steamship Line cannot be operated from the viewpoint of a feminine whim.
- Sam Ransome: Come on, Val. Don't waste any time with a coyote that hasn't got sense enough to keep out of a trap.
- Jonathan Blair: Now, Valentine, why all this build up for a kiss? When all you have to do...
- Valentine Ransome: Cut that out!
- Jonathan Blair: Is ask for it.
- Valentine Ransome: Don't you dare touch me!
- Jonathan Blair: Dear, you're behaving like a school girl.
- Valentine Ransome: Get away! I'll call the police.
- Jonathan Blair: Oh, so like a woman - all crazy about uniforms.
- Jonathan Blair: You took advantage of the fact that I was swacked! Unless you want to pretend that you were swacked and I slipped it over on you.
- Valentine Ransome: No. I don't think you could ever slip anything over on me.
- Jonathan Blair: Am I never going to get rid of you?
- Valentine Ransome: Not if you keep following me around.