- Williams - Blaine's Butler: I think you ought to look her over, first, sir.
- George Edward Blaine: Why? Anything queer about her?
- Williams - Blaine's Butler: Well, not as you might say queer, sir.
- George Edward Blaine: What is it then? Speak up.
- Williams - Blaine's Butler: Well, sir, in all my 30 years of service, I've never seen a cook like her.
- George Edward Blaine: Well, just what do you mean?
- Williams - Blaine's Butler: Well, she has the manners of a lady. And between you and me, sir, no girl as pretty as she should be working for a young bachelor like you.
- George Edward Blaine: What's the matter with me? Don't you think I can be trusted with a good looking cook?
- Williams - Blaine's Butler: Oh, I didn't mean that sir, exactly. I meant, to tell the truth sir, she looks more ornamental than useful.
- Mary Gray - aka Sally Fairchild: Dick, wait. You don't want to be a playboy all your life. I thought you wanted to do something. You said you did.
- Richard 'Dick' Mercer: I do. I want to travel and have a good time. I want to see a lot of places I've heard about in Paris. I want to go to a harem in Constantinople. I want to do lots of things.
- George Edward Blaine: So, are you taking up cooking as a career?
- Mary Gray - aka Sally Fairchild: Yes. You see, well, I tried working in department stores. But, it's so hard living on 20 a week.
- Mary Gray - aka Sally Fairchild: I think you'd be a lot happier if you got a job.
- Richard 'Dick' Mercer: Oh, you do? Well, I don't want to be a lot happier. I'm happy enough. I suppose you'd like me to be a bond salesman, like all the rest of the tramps in our crowd? All they do is sell themselves and their relatives enough bonds to hold their jobs. And you call that being a "big businessman"!
- Mary Gray - aka Sally Fairchild: Well, you can jeer, but I haven't got any respect for a man who doesn't work at something - even if it's only fish peddling.
- Richard 'Dick' Mercer: Oh, you'd like to make a fish peddler of me!
- Mary Gray - aka Sally Fairchild: I suppose you think you're too good?
- Richard 'Dick' Mercer: I most certainly do!
- Sergeant Daly: [Blaine has handed Daly his business card; he reads it, sneeringly] "George Edward Blaine, Wall Street"... You know what I think?
- George Edward Blaine: I don't think you've got brains enough to think anything!
- Barney Black: [realizing that Clara has snitched on him to the police] You got a tip-off... You can tell that dame, Clara, that I don't forget a "pal" like her.
- Sergeant Daly: Barney, you'd be surprised how much forgettin' you can do in ten years... maybe twenty? Take 'em out to the wagon.