- Ann Brooks: [to Maurice] And the next time you try to kill yourself, let me know; I'd love to help you.
- Portia Brooks: This Maurice person isn't an American, is he?
- Ann Brooks: No.
- Portia Brooks: Then, if you can get him to follow you out of the States, I'll stop him from ever getting back.
- Ann Brooks: You'll stop him?
- Portia Brooks: My dear, I haven't been in this social business 40 years for nothing. A man of his character! One little telephone call to Washington will cancel his visa -
- [snaps fingers]
- Portia Brooks: like that.
- Mr. Neil Davis: Some day I'm going to find me a nice monastery where I'll never see another scheming female as long as I live.
- Dot: Blue diamond fizz, not too much sugar.
- Ship Bartender: A what, madam?
- Dot: Blue diamond fizz, I don't want it too sweet.
- Ship Bartender: I don't think I ever heard of that. I can make you a New Orleans fizz or...
- Dot: Oh, the service on this line's like a cattle boat.
- Ship Bartender: Well, if you give an idea of what it's made of, I could...
- Dot: Never mind, never mind. I'll have a ordinary champagne cocktail. You've heard of that, haven't you?
- Ship Bartender: How's that, madam?
- Dot: Atrocious! What kind of champagne?
- Ship Bartender: Pol Roger 1915.
- Dot: It would be on this tub. I don't suppose you have any Veuve Clicquot 1906?
- Ship Bartender: I'm sorry.
- Dot: Well, can you change a hundred dollar bill?
- Ann Brooks: There's a certain man on this boat that I don't like.
- Mr. Neil Davis: Who, me?
- Ann Brooks: No.
- Hank Wales: You must never offer to pay for anything else again when I'm around. There hasn't been a gigolo in the Wales family for generations.
- [toasting]
- Hank Wales: Here we go, laughing and scratching. Here we go.
- Ann Brooks: Are you good at rescuing ladies?
- Mr. Neil Davis: Oh, yes! Who's the man?
- Ann Brooks: A stranger.
- Mr. Neil Davis: So am I.
- Ann Brooks: Yes, but you're the lesser of two evils, Mr. Davis.
- Ann Brooks: [on the phone] How dreadful. Well, please go right ahead. No. No, I don't eat lunch. Besides, I'm not dressed.
- Mr. Neil Davis: Fine. I'll be right up.
- Ann Brooks: No-no! No-no! Don't do that!
- Ann Brooks: Who are? What are you?
- Mr. Neil Davis: I'm your shadow.
- Ann Brooks: What an amusing occupation.
- Mr. Neil Davis: I'm enjoying it. Aren't you?
- Ann Brooks: Well, you're doing very well at it.
- Dot: Gimme a straight whiskey.
- Ship Bartender: Did ya lose 'im?
- Dot: Lose him? Me? Boy, the only way they get away from me is to jump overboard.
- Ship Bartender: I thought you always went first class. What're you doing with that slug?
- Dot: Ah, the Depression hit me. C'mon, give.
- Ship Bartender: Nix. Wait'll we dock.
- Dot: Give! Twenty Champagne cocktails at two bucks a smash, and about thirty bucks in tips. And don't be holdin' out on me, or I'll switch 'im back to whiskey at half a buck a snort.
- Dot: Oh, tell me, dear Mr. Wales, where is your family home?
- Hank Wales: Well, we sort of - move around. Every fall we go to the Springs. And every spring we go to the Falls.
- Dot: You naughty, naughty boy! You're spoofing - you're spoofing me!
- Schuyler Brooks: If I can get a special plane, the first thing in the morning, will you go with me?
- Portia Brooks: Why, I wouldn't fly across the street for *any* woman's honor!
- Hank Wales: Happy days!
- Dot: You're a droll person.
- Hank Wales: You said it! A laugh a minute. That's me! Never a dull moment when I'm around.
- Ann Brooks: Funny thing. A big boat - and all a little world in itself.
- Mr. Neil Davis: A world made of steel plates - a scant half inch between us and the bottom of the sea.
- Ann Brooks: Sounds dangerous.
- Mr. Neil Davis: [looking into Ann's eyes] It is dangerous.
- Ann Brooks: Perhaps its a good thing we're arriving in Havana tomorrow.
- Mr. Neil Davis: But they'll be moonlight and music and stars out after tomorrow. Won't there?
- Hank Wales: I gotta go.
- Dot: What's happened?
- Hank Wales: I gotta feed my goldfish.
- Dot: I love goldfish!
- Hank Wales: Nah, you stay here. My goldfish is afraid of strangers.
- Mr. Neil Davis: Are you the kind of person who always leaves a little champagne at the bottom of your glass?
- Ann Brooks: Meaning what?
- Mr. Neil Davis: Meaning you're leaving half a night full of moonlight, music - untouched. Are you afraid to empty the glass?
- Ann Brooks: No. But, I don't like hangovers.
- Dot: You're such a sweet, generous duckie wuckie. Let's go to some nice, quiet place where I can really thank you.
- Hank Wales: Why not?
- Ann Brooks: You're awfully sure of yourself, aren't you?
- Mr. Neil Davis: You're not very sure of yourself, are you?
- Hank Wales: You ain't sore at me, are you?
- Mr. Neil Davis: Some day you're going to drop dead from brain fatigue!
- Dot: Oh, tell me, dear Mr. Wales, where is your family home?
- Hank Wales: Well, we sort of, uh, move around. Every fall, we go to the springs, and every spring we go to the falls.