- Guy Bryson: You look like a ... good girl.
- Venice Muir: Oh, do I?
- Guy Bryson: You are a good girl, aren't you?
- Venice Muir: Yes, I'm afraid that may be my trouble.
- Ann Duryea: I'm glad you're here, Donnie. I have a bone to pick with you.
- Donnie Wainwright: Oh, well, let's pick it over there under the piano.
- Ann Duryea: Very well.
- Venice Muir: I guess I'm too pure. Well, nothing I can do about that. I wonder. Do you have to poison your husband, or will just anyone do?
- Aunt Emma: Well, dear, what does interests young men nowadays?
- Venice Muir: If I knew the answer to that, darling, I wouldn't be sitting here all wrapped up in gloom.
- Mr. Patridge: All the pleasure of dancing with a lovely young lady and none of the hazards.
- Venice Muir: Oh, Mr. Patridge, you can be a little hazardous.
- Party Guest: Who's that girl?
- Donnie Wainwright: Which one?
- Party Guest: The one in white over there, wasting that gorgeous smile on old man Patridge.
- Donnie Wainwright: Oh, that's Venice Muir.
- Party Guest: Well, I'm cutting in.
- Donnie Wainwright: Go ahead. She's a nice girl. Nicest girl I know. Old Patridge is her lawyer. You know, custody of her estate. He said he used to take her over his knee and spank her, et cetera.
- Party Guest: Well, he can be her lawyer or trustee, I'll, eh, take the et cetera.
- Lola: You know, you're a fool.
- Donnie Wainwright: Yes, I'm a fool.
- Lola: Are you leaving with Ann Duryea?
- Donnie Wainwright: No.
- Lola: Good! Not a complete fool then.
- Donnie Wainwright: No. Yes.
- Lola: Why don't you take Venice home?
- Donnie Wainwright: Oh, she's too gloomy.
- Lola: Oh, she is not; you make me ill. Why, Venice is the sweetest girl here.
- Donnie Wainwright: Yeah.
- Lola: She has a positively beautiful sense of humor. And, underneath, why, she's really warm ... and vibrant ... and mysterious.
- Donnie Wainwright: [chuckling] Venice?
- Lola: Yes, Venice, and she isn't shopworn. Of course, with your blended sense of values, that wouldn't make any difference.
- Donnie Wainwright: Hey!
- Lola: Someday, a man with a nose for adventure is going to come along and... and discover Venice. And you can just bet that he'll have the most exciting time of any man in New York. Then I suppose you'll come and cry on my shoulder. Well, my shoulder will be padded with pins.
- Donnie Wainwright: Say, does Venice like me?
- Lola: She doesn't *dislike* you. And that's a great deal for Venice.
- Donnie Wainwright: Well, no one can I haven't got a nose for adventure. Where is she?
- Lola: Someday a man with a nose for adventure is going to come along *and* discover Venice. And you can just bet that he'll have the most exciting time of any man in New York.
- Venice Muir: Would you like to earn some money?
- Guy Bryson: I'll do anything short of murder.
- Venice Muir: Well, would you work for me?
- Guy Bryson: Sure, why not?
- Venice Muir: I know this, eh, funny thing to ask anyone, but, I was wondering, could you be a, sort of, well, eh, sort of, a gigolo?
- Guy Bryson: I spent an hour at the Ritz bar after I left you. Oh, lady, lady, when I left there, a lot of the fellas said that you were simply wonderful! You had everything! Even a very, eh, a very slight past.
- Venice Muir: Past?
- Guy Bryson: Oh, nothing you could put your finger on. But, a lot of the boys will try.
- Venice Muir: Oh, I'll die. I couldn't live up to the past of a midget!
- Guy Bryson: You don't know midgets. Now, I heard of a midget that broke up the home of a heavyweight champ.
- Guy Bryson: We're bound to met some fellas here.
- Venice Muir: Oh, Guy, I'm scared.
- Guy Bryson: Oh, come along. So was Eve and look what a mess she made of Adam.
- Venice Muir: Oh, I know, but I don't want to make a mess of anyone.
- Guy Bryson: I know, my pet, they never want to.
- Venice Muir: Good night, Guy. You're a perfect gigolo.
- Guy Bryson: When did you get the idea you say good night to a gigolo?
- Venice Muir: Why, what do you mean?
- Guy Bryson: Come along, come along. I want to give you a practical lesson in what used to be called sin.
- Guy Bryson: Good night, Venice. You're swell. Everything's gonna work out all right.
- Venice Muir: Thanks. You are a perfect gigolo. I almost feel like kissing you!
- Guy Bryson: What could I do? I'd have to stand it.
- Venice Muir: [Jokingly] You're horrid!
- Guy Bryson: The trouble with you Argentines is a lack of confidence. That's why you lost the war.
- Carlos Santiagos: What war?
- Guy Bryson: I don't know, any war. What war were you in?
- Donnie Wainwright: Well, I guess the only place I could talk to you would be while you're taking a bath.
- Donnie Wainwright: Say you've got lovely hair. Where did you get it?
- Venice Muir: I've had it for years.
- Donnie Wainwright: Oh, why not lay off me till I get my perspective back. And, if you're still interested, we might be ... playmates. Well, you won't be lonesome in the meantime.
- Venice Muir: What are you saying?
- Donnie Wainwright: Oh, don't suddenly go innocent on me!
- Guy Bryson: Let's go on a crying drunk. No, no, I can't tonight. I've got to go to the bicycle races.
- Guy Bryson: What do you think about the bicycle races?
- Carlos Santiagos: Bee-sickle races are idiotic.
- Guy Bryson: What's so idiotic about 'em?
- Carlos Santiagos: They don't get any where.
- Guy Bryson: I suppose polo players do?
- Carlos Santiagos: Certainly, to the goal post.
- Guy Bryson: Well, bicycle races get to the finish.
- Carlos Santiagos: The finish is the start.
- Guy Bryson: Well, nevertheless, we're going to the bee-sickle races.
- Venice Muir: I hope we don't meet any more men in here, Guy. My ankle won't stand it!
- Guy Bryson: I'm sorry, Venice.
- Venice Muir: Couldn't you find somewhere else to kick me for a change?
- Guy Bryson: Well, I could, but it wouldn't be refined.
- Venice Muir: Oh, Guy!
- Venice Muir: We're going to the bicycle races, aren't we?
- Carl: Well, they only started tonight. You have all week to get there.
- Guy Bryson: We may need it.
- Guy Bryson: What am I supposed to do to earn this money?
- Venice Muir: Well, that's a little awkward to explain.
- Guy Bryson: Well, I'll understand. I've read what every young man should know.
- Venice Muir: I haven't.
- Venice Muir: I've simply got to stop talking to myself. I talk to myself so much, I'm worn out when I meet people.
- Venice Muir: Oh, Guy, you're so clever. How is it possible for one human being to know so much?
- Guy Bryson: I should know. I've had two wives... shot out from underneath me.
- Ship passenger: [Venice is sitting alone at a table on the ship when a man approaches and sits down with her.] Pardon, mademoiselle, is it possible mademoiselle is expecting someone?
- Venice Muir: Uh, yes.
- [the man smirks.]
- Venice Muir: Uh, uh... a large orangutan, and for just a moment, I thought you were it.
- [Man's smirk changes to chagrin as he sheepishly walks away.]