Ida: Personally, Veda's convinced me that alligators have the right idea. They eat their young.
Monte: Oh, I wish I could get that interested in work.
Ida: You were probably frightened by a callus at an early age.
Veda: With this money I can get away from you. From you and your chickens and your pies and your kitchens and everything that smells of grease. I can get away from this shack with its cheap furniture. And this town and its dollar days, and its women that wear uniforms and its men that wear overalls.
Wally: Not too much ice in that drink you're about to make for me.
Mildred: I was always in the kitchen. I felt as though I'd been born in a kitchen and lived there all my life, except for the few hours it took to get married.
Kay Pierce: You ought to do something about your sit-down.
Veda: What's wrong with it?
Kay Pierce: It sticks out.
Wally: There's something about the sound of my own voice that fascinates me.
Monte: We weren't expecting you Mildred, obviously.
Veda: It's just as well you know. I'm glad you know.
Mildred: How long has this been going on?
Mildred: Cut it out, Wally. You make me feel like Little Red Riding Hood.
Wally: And I'm the Big Bad Wolf, huh? Now, Milly, you've got me all wrong. I'm a romantic guy, but I'm no wolf.
Mildred: Then quit howling.
Mr. Jones: Why do you always interrupt?
Ida: It's only because I want to be alone with you. Come 'ere and let me bite you, you darling man! Ruff.
Wally: Oh boy! I'm so smart it's a disease.
Ida: What is this, a class reunion?
Ida: Oh, men. I never yet met one of them that didn't have the instincts of a heel. Sometimes I wish I could get along without them.
Veda: You think just because you made a little money you can get a new hairdo and some expensive clothes and turn yourself into a lady. But you can't, because you'll never be anything but a common frump whose father lived over a grocery store and whose mother took in washing.
Mildred: I'm sorry I did that... I'd've rather cut off my hand.
Veda: It's the dress. It's awfully cheap material. I can tell by the smell.
Kay Pierce: What did you expect? Want it inlaid with gold?
Veda: Well, it seems to me, if you're buying anything, it should be the best. This is definitely not the best.
Kay Pierce: Oh, quit. You're breakin' my heart.
Wally: You know, you keep on refusing me, and one of these days I'm going to start thinking you're stubborn.
Ida: Laughing boy seems slightly burned at the edges. What's eating him?
Mildred: A small green-eyed monster.
Ida: Jealous? That doesn't sound like Wally. No profit in it - and there's a boy who loves a dollar.
Veda: It's your fault I'm the way I am. Help me.
Mildred: Get out Veda. Get your things out of this house right now before I throw them into the street and you with them. Get out before I kill you.
