- [talking about the horse]
- Dale Treemont: Who was his dam?
- Jerry Travers: I beg your pardon, Miss.
- Dale Treemont: I said, who was his dam?
- Jerry Travers: Oh, I don't know miss, he didn't give a...
- [Dale slams hatch, sound synchronized with Jerry mouthing the word "dam"]
- Dale Tremont: Madge, have you any objections if I scare your husband so that he'll never look at another woman?
- Madge Hardwick: Dale, no husband is ever too scared to look.
- Madge Hardwick: My dear, when you're as old as I am, you take your men as you find them - if you can find them.
- Horace Hardwick: You mean to sit there and tell me that that girl slapped your face in front of all those people for nothing?
- Jerry Travers: Well, what would you have done? Sold tickets?
- Horace Hardwick: Mr. Travers is in trouble. He has practically put his foot right into a hornets' nest.
- Bates: But hornets' nests grow on trees, sir.
- Horace Hardwick: Never mind that. We have got to do something.
- Bates: What about rubbing it with butter, sir?
- Horace Hardwick: You blasted fool, you can't rub a girl with butter!
- Bates: My sister got into a hornets' nest and we rubbed HER with butter, sir!
- Horace Hardwick: That's the wrong treatment, you should've used mud - Never mind that!
- Jerry Travers: Are you afraid of thunder?
- Dale Tremont: Oh, no. It's just the noise.
- Jerry Travers: You know what thunder is, don't you?
- Dale Tremont: Of course. It's something about the air.
- Jerry Travers: No, no. When a clumsy cloud from here meets a fluffy little cloud from there, he billows towards her. She scurries away and he scuds right up to her. She cries a little and there you have you showers. He comforts her. They spark. That's the lightning. They kiss. Thunder.
- Dale Tremont: How could I have ever fallen in love with a man like you!
- [Dale slaps Jerry, then storms off]
- Jerry Travers: She loves me.
- [He is reading a telegram]
- Alberto Beddini: 'Come ahead. stop. Stop being a sap. stop. You can even bring Alberto. stop. My husband is stopping at your hotel. stop. when do you start. stop.' I cannot understand who wrote this.
- Dale Tremont: Sounds like Gertrude Stein.
- Dale Tremont: I still feel a little guilty, being here with you while Alberto is out looking for us.
- Jerry Travers: Come on! Let's eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we have to face him.
- Madge Hardwick: You know, as long as you remain a spinster you'll remain a target for every philandering male. You should really get a husband to call your own.
- Dale Tremont: I dropped up from the room below where I've been trying to get some sleep!
- Jerry Travers: Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't realize I was disturbing you. You see, every once in a while I suddenly find myself... dancing.
- Dale Tremont: Oh, I suppose it's some kind of an affliction.
- Jerry Travers: I think I feel an attack coming on. There's only one thing that can stop me.
- Dale Tremont: Why, you must tell me what it is!
- Jerry Travers: My nurses always put their arms around me.
- Alberto Beddini: I promised my dresses that I would take them to Venice and that you would be in them!
- Jerry Travers: [realising why Dale has been behaving so peculiarly] She's been mistaking me for you this whole time.
- Madge Hardwick: Well, no wonder she said he was interesting.
- Horace Hardwick: Yes, no wonder... I resent that!
- Jerry Travers: [singing] Heaven, I'm in heaven. And the cares that hung around me through the week, seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak, when we're out together, dancing cheek to cheek.
- Horace Hardwick: [emerges from hiding] There! You see? I was right! Of all the scheming, brazen creatures, trying to pretend she'd met you in Paris! Do you realize she's deliberately trying to trap you? Now, what are you going to do about it?
- Jerry Travers: [nonchalantly] Marry her.
- Horace Hardwick: [alarmed] Jerry! This is no time for you to be funny!
- Jerry Travers: All right then, you be funny. I'm going down and ask her to marry me right now.
- Horace Hardwick: [stammers] Wh-uh-Jerry! Please, wait! Now-now-now-now, before you make a complete fool of yourself, uh- promise me that you won't ask her, until I find out from Madge more about her past.
- Jerry Travers: All right, you find out all about her past, and I'll go down and plan her future.
- Horace Hardwick: Uh, remember, that's a promise!
- Jerry Travers: [leaving] All right, it's a promise!
- Horace Hardwick: [Jerry being questioned for the reason why he was slapped out of the blue by Dale in the lobby] You sure you didn't forget yourself with her in the park?
- Jerry Travers: Positive. If I ever forgot myself with that girl I'd remember it.
- Jerry Travers: [singing] Isn't this a lovely day to be caught in the rain? You were going on your way, now you've got to remain. Just as you were going, leaving me all at sea. The clouds broke, they broke, and, oh, what a break for me.
- Jerry Travers: [singing] I'm dudin' up my shirt front, puttin' in the shirt studs, polishin' my nails.
- Jerry Travers: [singing] Heaven, I'm in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we're out together, dancing cheek to cheek.
- Jerry Travers: [singing] I'm steppin' out, my dear, to breathe an atmosphere that simply reeks with class. And I trust that you'll excuse my dust when I step on the gas. For I'll be there, puttin' down my top hat, mussin' up my white tie, dancin' in my tails.
- Jerry Travers: [singing] Oh, I love to climb a mountain, and to reach the highest peak. But it doesn't thrill me half as much, as dancing cheek to cheek.
- Jerry Travers: [singing] The weather is frightening. The thunder and lightning seem to be having their way. But as far as I'm concerned, it's a lovely day.
- Jerry Travers: [singing] Let the rain pitter-patter. But it really doesn't matter if the skies are gray. Long as I can be with you, it's a lovely day.
- Jerry Travers: [singing] Oh, I love to go out fishing, in a river or a creek. But I don't enjoy it half as much, as dancing cheek to cheek.
- Horace Hardwick: I'm a victim of a designing woman myself. Her name is Violet. She's what the French call a passade.
- Jerry Travers: Oh, I see. Little ships that pass in the night.
- Horace Hardwick: I met her at the bird house at the zoo. She was a very pretty little thing. She seemed to be quite frightened.
- Jerry Travers: Of the Birds?
- Horace Hardwick: Yes. Yes. You see she lived a very sheltered life. It was the storks that particularly worried her.
- [Storks being a euphemism for delivering babies]
- Jerry Travers: [singing] Dance with me! I want my arm about you. The charm about you will carry me through to heaven. I'm in heaven. And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek, when we're out together, dancing cheek to cheek.