Dr. John McCabe: So, what did you do in the Big Apple?
Liza Merrill: Just about everything a girl could do without losing her good English breeding and reputation. Modeling, dancing, secretary... I almost became an unsuccessful fashion designer.
Liza Merrill: How long will it take?
Joe: It'll take as long as it takes.
Mob Leader: You ungodly warlock! Because of you this hotel and this town will be cursed forever.
Liza Merrill: You have carte blanche, but not a blank check.
Dr. John McCabe: Trust me, I'm a doctor.
