- Alsop: She may be put together with paste and flour, but that woman has something. What would you say it was?
- Miss Spalding: Practice. Plenty of practice.
- Ken Childs: Keep talking, please keep talking; I'm frightened...
- May Holst: Talking? Honey, you dont know what you're asking. Tell you a good joke on me: You know, I always dreaded the idea of becoming an old woman. And the way things look now, I won't have to worry about it any more. You know, I haven't been whistled at in years, and the idea of growing roses for the rest of my life is really beginning to haunt me. There oughta be a home for dames like me. Yup - we shoulda organized. You know, a house somewhere with no mirror in it, far away where we never have to look at a young girl. They have homes for unmarried mothers but everybody forgets about the girls who - who never quite managed to make things legal. I think I could start one! Yeah - I could call it the May Holst Home for Broken-Down Broads. I kind of like that, don't you?
- Gonzales: [shipboard radio operator Gonzales is advising the pilots of surface conditions they can expect if they ditch the aircraft] Heavy northwest swells. We're rolling about thirty degrees. Very rough. Keep that ship in the air if you can, boy, it's wet down here!
- Hobie Wheeler: [acknowledging the transmission from the ship] Roger, Cristobal Trader. We'll try.
- Gonzales: Attaboy, papa!
- Jose Locota: Do like-a she says or no life vest is-a gonna keep you from drownin' because I'm gonna hold your head under until you stop-a wigglin'.