George Kittredge: I'm going to build you an ivory tower with my own two hands.
Tracy Lord: Like fun you are.
Hildy Johnson: Walter, you're wonderful, in a loathsome sort of way.
Nick Arden: Impulsive? He's full of carrots.
Schultz: Strange, and I always thought of you as an Aryan.
A Jewish barber: I'm a vegetarian.
S. Quentin Quale: There's only one law in the west: the law of blood and bullets. It's either shoot or be shot. What are we gonna do?
Joseph Panello: Sue 'em.
Steve Banning: Those jackals are giving me goose pimples.
Babe Jenson: Aw they're giving me goose pimples on top of my goose pimples.
Alfred Kralik: There might be a lot we don't know about each other. You know, people seldom go to the trouble of scratching the surface of things to find the inner truth.
Klara Novak (Miss Novak): Well I really wouldn't care to scratch your surface, Mr. Kralik, because I know exactly what I'd find. Instead of a heart, a hand-bag. Instead of a soul, a suitcase. And instead of an intellect, a cigarette lighter... which doesn't work.
Harriet Vane: May I ask what is your motive for liquidating this little animal?
Elmer Fudd: Doggone you, old, mean wabbit.
Danny O'Neill: It seems to me I smell a mouse.
Ellen Miller: Somewhere around the house.
Pete: You know, I used to have a little cat once. And when it was left all alone, it'd cry... meeeeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwww.