- Jerry Royal: [Upon being invited into Dale's nicely appointed suite at the Washington Hotel, Panama] . Boy, what a dump *this* is. Never saw so much plush since Astor's pet horse died.
- [Trixie comes upon one of her girls, a blonde, looking through her purse for her gin flask]
- Trixie Snell: You'd forget your rosy cheeks if they weren't slapped on with a paintbrush!
- Blonde: I know I had it when I was with that traveling man last night.
- Trixie Snell: Well, did you look in the First National?
- [Blonde lifts up her skirt to check one of her garters. It is not there]
- Trixie Snell: Well, try the other branch, ya simp.
- Jerry Royal: Heaven help a sailor on a night like this.
- Dale Jordan: I thought you said you'd sworn off on sailors.
- Jerry Royal: Well, a girl's gotta have some practice. Some of those sailors are pretty good. At practice.
- Trixie Snell: Your boyfriend's outside, innocent. And listen, if you bail out of Panama with Crosby, I want a month's notice to get another singer, you savvy?
- Dale Jordan: I don't think you need to worry about it, Trixie.
- Trixie Snell: Well, I don't care, but I never allow love to interfere with business.
- Dale Jordan: I thought that in your case they were the same thing!
- Trixie Snell: Say, listen, high hat. Did you ever get a sock in the beezer?
- Dale Jordan: No! How does it feel?
- [Trixie just glares at her and walks off]
- Dale Jordan: [on the ship, looking out over the ocean as they're nearing Panama] What a glorious night!
- Tom Baylor: Everlasting moonlight... one of the baits of the Tropics!
- Tom Baylor: Face the truth, Dale: half the girls who come down here never get home unless some man pays their way.
- Dale Jordan: Ha! You're exaggerating!
- Tom Baylor: I'm *not* exaggerating. I know what I'm talking about. I've seen how it goes. The girls start drinking to forget how rotten and sordid the whole thing is. They show up some night too drunk to go on, there's a fight with Trixie, and she kicks them out.
- Jerry Royal: [after the girls have just thrown out a lecherous man] Say, you're no babe in rompers, you can take care of yourself... only your technique's old-fashioned.
- Dale Jordan: Old-fashioned?
- Jerry Royal: Yeah, that, that, uh, face-slapping gag, it's amateurish. It's all right for them parlor books and all that... but, say, when a goof makes a pass at me I hops to him and gives him a right hook to the kisser. You know you gotta be prepared for things like that when you get in a troop with Trixie.
- Dale Jordan: Maybe I should've studied boxing instead of singing.
- Jerry Royal: You think you're kiddin'? Maybe you'll wish you had. You're gonna meet plenty of palookas.
- Dale Jordan: Gee, you make it sound pretty terrible.
- Jerry Royal: Aw, gee, kid. I didn't mean to scare ya. You just tie onto Jerry's apron strings and everything will be all right. You know, Jerry knows her onions... and her tamales too!
- [Dale laughs]
- Jerry Royal: [to Trixie, who was just about to hit Dale with a bottle] You raise that bottle one inch and I'll knock those false teeth of yours down your gizzard.
- Jerry Royal: [after Trixie's been berating Dale] Now listen, Trixie. You lay offa Dale, she's been through enough.
- Trixie Snell: Say, you get fresh with me and you'll go out on your ear too!
- Jerry Royal: Oh yeahh?
- Trixie Snell: Yeah, you, you sailor's delight!
- [Jerry slaps Trixie then snaps her fingers in her face]