Morrow: Oh, what a magnificent deflation of smug-glers. Pal, you've added ten years to me life. A poet with a straight left and a right hook. Delicious. Delicious! You're my guest from now on - forever and a day - even unto eternity.
Sanatarium Guard: Say, I worked around sanitariums before. It's not so bad. I like the cuckoos myself. They're the same as anybody else, only they're smart enough to admit they're nuts.
A factory worker: Where do you live?
A gamin: No place - anywhere.
Bake Baker: Sherry tells me you're leaving. Well, that's probably the wisest thing to do. Run away! All this stuff about fighting for your man and all that makes things so complicated. Now, if all girls would just give up and run back to Bellport, then we'd definitely see the end of family life, little Junior would remain just an idea, and every man would burn his own toast. I thank you.
Mrs. Lyons: Believe me, Donna, ten million at the altar is worth twenty million in the bush.
Radio: Calling all cars. Calling all cars. Report to your stations for further instructions. That is all.
Mother: I wonder if they found my little boy?
Radio: No we didn't, lady.
Ted Baker: Hello.
Nora Paige: Hello, what's the thing about?
Ted Baker: Well, boy meets girl.
Nora Paige: Oh, I see. Well, boy loses girl.
Ted Baker: Boy gets girl back.
Nora Paige: Not so fast, sailor.
Ted Baker: You're not very patriotic.
Nora Paige: I am, but I'm not uniform-crazy.