Charley: A salesman is somebody way up there in the blue, riding on a smile and a shoeshine.
Ned "Scotty" Scott: Here's the sixty-four dollar question - what do you do with a vegetable?
Nikki: Boil it.
Ned "Scotty" Scott: What did you say?
Nikki: Boil it... bake it... stew it... fry it?
Bud Alexander: I'll have the lambchop luncheon.
Lou Francis: Um, I know what I want. Spaghetti.
Tommy Nelson: And a steak.
Waiter: [to Lou.] What do you want?
Lou Francis: Spaghetti.
Tommy Nelson: And a steak.
Waiter: [to Lou.] You said you knew what you wanted. Do you want spaghetti or steak.
Lou Francis: I'll have a spaghetti.
[Then Lou immediately raises his hand to signal Tommy not to speak.]
Lou Francis: [to the waiter.] And a steak.
Pendlebury: Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these - it might have been.
Joyce Hendron: He'll be home the day after tomorrow.
Stanley: Hey, STELLA!
Theodore Honey: It just folded up! It folded right up and sat down.
Bill Porter: Wives, dogs, and chestnut trees - the more you beat 'em the better they be.
Sir John Kierlaw: Now. Some fool has invented an indestructible cloth. Where is he? How much does he want?
Field Marshal Keitel: Have you any better suggestions?
Field Marshal Gerd von Runstedt: Yes, one very much better. Make peace, you idiot.