Some Like It Hot (1959)

Sugar: Story of my life. I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.

Jerry: I'm a man!
Osgood: Nobody's perfect.

Jerry: Now you've done it! Now you have done it.
Joe: Done what?
Jerry: You tore off one of my chests.

Mulligan: You shave with your spats on?
Spats Colombo: I sleep with my spats on.

Osgood: Which of these instruments do you play?
Jerry: Bull fiddle.
Osgood: Fascinating! Do you use a bow or do you just pluck it?
Jerry: Most of the time, I slap it.

Sugar: Don't fight it.

Spats Colombo: Hello, copper. What brings you to Miami?
Mulligan: Heard you "opera lovers" were having a convention, so I thought I'd better be around in case anybody decided to sing.

Joe: So you got pinched in the elevator, so what? Would you rather be picking lead out of your navel?

Sig Poliakoff: You're the wrong shape. Goodbye.
Joe: What are you looking for - hunchbacks or something?
Sig Poliakoff: It's not the backs that worry me.

Mulligan: Alright Spats, services are over, lets go.
Spats Colombo: Go where?
Mulligan: A little country club we run for retired bootleggers. I'm puttin your name up for membership.
Spats Colombo: I don't join nothin'.
Mulligan: Ahh... you'll like it there, I'll get the prison tailor to fit you with a pair of special spats - striped.
Spats Colombo: Big joke.

Joe: I feel a funny sensation in my toes. Like someone is barbecuing them over a fire.

Osgood: I am Osgood Fielding the third.
Daphne: I'm Cinderella the second.

Sugar: If my mother could only see me now.
Joe: I hope my mother never finds out.

Osgood: You must be quite a girl.
Daphne: Wanna bet?

Joe: But, you're not a girl! You're a guy, and, why would a guy wanna marry a guy?
Jerry: Security.

Osgood: You know, I've always been fascinated by show business.
Daphne: Is that so?
Osgood: Yes. As a matter of fact it's cost my family quite a bit of money.
Daphne: Oh, you invest in shows?
Osgood: Showgirls. I've been married seven or eight times.
Daphne: You're not sure?
Osgood: Mama is keeping score.

Sugar: It's me, Sugar.

Jerry: We're up the creek and you want to hock the paddle.

Sugar: Water polo? Isn't that terribly dangerous?
Junior: I'll say. I had two ponies drowned under me.

Junior: Syncopators. Does that mean you play that very fast music... jazz?
Sugar: Yeah. Real Hot.
Junior: I guess some like it hot. I personally prefer classical music.