- Cleve Marshall: I'm fed up. Ever heard that phrase? No, you wouldn't. You're not married. If you ever did fall... a smart cookie like you. You'd pick an orphan.
- Pamela Marshall: [as Cleve has just crawled into bed after being out all night] Cleve? Where were you on the night of May 25th?
- Pamela Marshall: [turning on the light to look at Cleve, who is lying in bed drunk] I believe it's inexcusable.
- Cleve Marshall: [drowsily about their anniversary which was that day] I'm glad I didn't buy you that whatnot. It's horrible.
- Pamela Marshall: You're just trying to change the subject. Where were you?
- Pamela Marshall: [as Cleve snores] Cleve?
- [Brahms Lullaby is played in the score]
- [Cleve, completely wasted, pulls Thelma close to him]
- Cleve Marshall: One more dance.
- Thelma Jordon: Not now, Cleve. It's late.
- Cleve Marshall: This is wonderful. 'S our anniversary. How long has it been? Three hours.