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.
Fanny Brice: If I can give Belasco four dollars for silk stockings made of cotton, I can give Ziegfeld a little more for a mink coat made of skunk.
Jimmy: Imagine... Dr. Beaumont keeping this heart pumping for over twenty years.
Nancy: Wish he could do something about making your heart pump.
Sir Charles Macefield: Well, I'll finish my drink. I have a cowardly aversion to meeting reptiles socially 'til I've had at least one sherry and bitters.
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.
Calamity Jane: Tip your hat when you speak to a lady.
Wild Bill Hickok: I will... when I speak to a lady.
Mary Blake: I'm going to stay.
Father Mullin: That's right. You're in probably the wickedest, most corrupt city, most Godless city in America. Sometimes it frightens me. I wonder what the end's going to be. But nothing can harm you if you don't allow it to because nothing in the world, no-one in the world, is all bad.
A factory worker: Where do you live?
A gamin: No place - anywhere.
Mrs. Lyons: Believe me, Donna, ten million at the altar is worth twenty million in the bush.
John Cabal: If we don't end war, war will end us.
Nora Paige: Is that your daughter?
Jenny Saks: Yes, first prize at the Marathon Dance.
Nora Paige: I guess your daddy is proud of you.
Sally Saks: I've never seen my daddy.
Nora Paige: Why haven't you told him?
Sally Saks: Because someday we're gonna surprise him.
Charlie Chan: Roses and romance like tenor in opera - sing most persuasive love song.
Sweeney Todd: May I polish you off sir?
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.
Tommy Randall: Do you think your mother would mind if you joined us in a soup bone?
Barbara Stewart aka Ching-Ching: I haven't got any mother.
Tommy Randall: Well, then, your father, or family?
Barbara Stewart aka Ching-Ching: I haven't any family. I haven't even got Chang.
Tommy Randall: Who's Chang?
Barbara Stewart aka Ching-Ching: He brought me here from Sanchow, and then he ran away with my money.