Native Girl: You got good news for me today, Bwana baby?
Bwana: Call me by my full name: Bwana Chickie Baby.
Dee Dee: I'm afraid you're barking up the wrong girl. I have a fella.
Bwana: Tell sailor boy, Dee Dee teetering.
Native Girl: I wish I could tell him she tottered.
Peachy Keane: You're wild, chickie babies, wild! But, she is the wildest.
Native Girl: After the Navy, you still have me.
Frankie: I also have a girl back home.
Native Girl: Is she pretty?
Frankie: Oh, she's beautiful.
Native Girl: Then, she will be making love too! Just as we are.
Frankie: Dee Dee? Certainly, not. She wouldn't be unfaithful.
Native Girl: Why not?
Frankie: Because she's a girl.
Ricky: When Peachy runs it up the flag pole, everybody salutes - and I quote him.
Frankie: What am I going to do? Here I am - stuck out here.
Native Girl: With me.
Frankie: With you. Well, it's better than a kick in the head, boobie.
Native Girl: You Navy boys have funny ideas. OK for boy, but, not OK for girl.
Johnny: Come on, Cassandra, first we'll teach you how to surf.
Cassandra: That sounds marvy.
Peachy Keane: That sounds peachy.
Dee Dee: Have my kimono ready at seven.