- Aunt Della Lindsay: When I think of Dennis jilting a lovely girl like Elizabeth to marry that little Mexican wildcat, I can hardly contain myself.
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: Well, do the best you can, Sweetie Pie.
- Carmelita Lindsay: [Having signed the paperwork at a "Divorce Bureau" in Mexico] Hey, is this divorce any good in New York?
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: What do you care? Even *marriages* ain't any good in New York!
- Aunt Della Lindsay: Elizabeth Price can trace her family back to the Pilgrims. She's real Plymouth Rock stock!
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: Oh! Related to the Rhode Island Reds, huh.
- Elizabeth Price: We're going to take a little shopping tour on the way home and pick out your wardrobe for Fall.
- Carmelita Lindsay: Oh, but, I'm not gonna fall.
- Aunt Della Lindsay: Talk to her? You ought to get rid of her. That's what you ought to do. I'd give her a piece of my mind!
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: You better hang on to what you got left, honey.
- Dennis Lindsay: Where have you been, Carmelita?
- Carmelita Lindsay: I have been thinking it over very serious and I give myself a good, swift kick in the pants, around the block.
- Dennis Lindsay: What are your talking about?
- Carmelita Lindsay: I have decided I am no good. I am a very bad girl.
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: [disguised as Lord Epping] You ought to watch out, old boy, there's nothing worse than having a *tosspot* for a wife!
- Aunt Della Lindsay: Travel broadens one so, don't you think, Lord Epping.
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: [disguised as Lord Epping] Yes. You must have traveled a great deal.
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: If they get me in the corner, you will get me out of it.
- Carmelita Lindsay: Me?
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: Yes.
- Carmelita Lindsay: How?
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: Oh, do anything. I don't care.
- Carmelita Lindsay: Oh, I like that.
- Carmelita Lindsay: I'm not good for Dennis. I'm just a big gall stone around his neck.
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: Gall stone?
- Carmelita Lindsay: Sure.
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: Millstone.
- Lord Basil Epping: Bring me another one of those. What was it?
- Waiter in Mexico: Sherry and egg, Sir.
- Lord Basil Epping: Egg! No, no, no. No, no, no. Bring me one of those - those, Ticklers.
- Waiter in Mexico: Ah, Tequila! ¡Sí Señor!
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: Why don't you make up with Dennis?
- Carmelita Lindsay: Why don't you mind my own business?
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: Maybe you're right. If you're through with him.
- Carmelita Lindsay: I yam. Forever. We're all washed down.
- Uncle Matt Lindsay: Washed up!
- Carmelita Lindsay: Up or down, we're still washed!