- Max: Haven't you finished playing the fool at your age? You're just like those saps. Look at 'em. Mr. Dugenet - with his nerves. Duglandin the fatso. Even better: Dufion the Bogeyman. All paying for dances while waiting for the showgirls. And you're just like them. Waiting patiently for Madam to get dressed so you can take her to the hotel. You're a real sap, chum.
- Riton: A sap? Why am I a sap?
- Max: Because 10 years ago you'd have waited for her to come home with the money, understand? Now you don't even let her make any.
- Riton: I don't care whether she makes money now.
- Max: That's all the more reason - you know what happens when you give in to them. So go off home alone. Your Josy knows the way back. And a little anxiety will lick her into shape.
- Max: Let me have some peace! That job was my last. It was done and that was that. I'd been waiting for it. I've been fed up with our dumb business for a long time. I want to retire, don't you understand?
- Max: [pulls Hughette, Oscar's secretary, in close] As pretty as ever.
- Hughette: Be good, Max. He's your Uncle, after all.
- Max: That's fine! Keep it in the family.
- [looks down Hughette's blouse]
- Max: It's nice to find one's little friends in good form.
- Hughette: Yes, but we haven't seen you in three months.
- Max: Too busy, darling. You know how it is.
- [long kiss]
- Max: I should have worked alone. Trouble is, I've been sentimental. Well, that's just too bad for me.
- Max: Always doing something idiotic. What a fool he is! And he thinks he's somebody because he's brave. He may be brave, but he's a fool. I ought never to have hitched up with him. The things I might have done, if he hadn't been there. Well, that's my fault.