- Susan Miller: Say, are you really millionaires?
- [Warren and Maybelle burst into laughter]
- Warren: Why?
- Susan Miller: Well, there seems to be something missing.
- Mrs. Maybelle Worthington: Just the millions, and they can't rule you out for a technicality.
- Warren: You see, nature played a little trick on us: we should have been born with blue blood, so we have devoted our entire life to correcting this... biological error.
- Susan Miller: What do you do? If you're not, what are you?
- Mrs. Maybelle Worthington: Well, we're sort of an excess profits tax. To criticize us would be unamerican.
- Warren: We are merely bees that take a little nectar from the flowers that have so much. And you too can have some.
- Mrs. Maybelle Worthington: He's a nice young man. Looks as though he's been inside making money.
- Susan Miller: Yes, he has that Wall Street tan.
- Susan Miller: I feel pale and uninteresting.
- Mrs. Maybelle Worthington: Pale? You look like a chocolate sundae. I only wish our bankroll was half as healthy as you are.
- John Wheeler: I need a tough sea-going yacht. You got anything else? Something with nice trim lines. What's that? A ketch, huh? The Aurora? Spruce mast ... yes, I see her. I like her topsides. Good sheer. Yes, nice and trim Smooth and graceful. What's that? Oh, sorry, yes, the overhang. That's just about right for speed and stability. Got a slender stern, hasn't she? What are her dimensions? 54'9" overall. Fourteen tons? She doesn't look it. What about her ankles? Err, anchors? What's her mainmast? 61? Right. That waterline, 38?