- Vicky: You're still drinking?
- Raoul McLish: Well, no more, no less. Hereditary - Father, you know, and...
- Vicky: [impatiently] Yes, I remember. Your father drank a quart of whiskey every day of his life and died at the age of 73 trying to fly a plane.
- Raoul McLish: Exactly!
- [laughs]
- Joy: Don't you ever have any fun?
- Leo McTavish: Fun?
- Joy: Uh-huh.
- Leo McTavish: Well, uh, I've found really a splendid pasttime.
- Leo McTavish: Ho-Ho. I mean, don't you know any girls?
- Leo McTavish: Girls? My experience with dalliance has been nil.
- Joy: Dalliance?
- Leo McTavish: It means to dally around wantonly.
- Joy: Oh! On account of you've been so busy?
- Leo McTavish: Very busy.
- Raoul McLish: Well, you're not my valet any longer, Mac.
- Leo McTavish: Huh?
- Raoul McLish: Beginning tomorrow you're in the ink business. You're going to be my personal representative at the factory, learning the works at first. But with your thirst for knowledge, you'll soak up the ink business like a blotter.
- Raoul McLish: Joy, I'm not a married man, and I'm not trying to get fresh, but will you kiss me?
- Joy: Of course.
- Raoul McLish: Isn't that just like a woman?
- Vicky: What?
- Raoul McLish: Not satisfied with ridding my life of its happiness, not content with a husband who's a veritable oak of society, you want to eliminate my pitiful pastimes.
- Raoul McLish: And by the way, just what kind of a belt business is this anyway? Wheels or pants?
- Vicky: Wheels. Automobile wheels. And incidentally, is that ink business of yours so much better than his belt business?
- Raoul McLish: Oh, go to bed.
- Joy: Why did you do that?
- Raoul McLish: I Just wanted to see what it was like to kiss an honest woman.