David Huxley: How can all these things happen to just one person?
David Huxley: But Susan, you can't climb in a man's bedroom window.
Susan Vance: I know, it's on the second floor.
Susan Vance: Well, don't you worry, David, because if there's anything that I can do to help you, just let me know and I'll do it.
David Huxley: Well, er - don't do it until I let you know.
David Huxley: The only way you'll ever get me to follow another of your suggestions is to hold a bright object in front of my eyes and twirl it.
Susan Vance: You're angry, aren't you?
David Huxley: Yes, I am.
Susan Vance: Mm-hmm. The love impulse in man frequently reveals itself in terms of conflict.
Susan Vance: What would you say about a man who follows a girl around.
Dr. Fritz Lehman: Follows her around.
Susan Vance: ...And then when she talks to him, he fights with her?
Dr. Fritz Lehman: Fights with her... is the young man your fiance?
Alice Swallow: Oh David, what have you done?
David Huxley: Just name anything, and I've done it.
Susan Vance: I won't leave you, David! I love you.
David Huxley: What?
David Huxley: Now it isn't that I don't like you, Susan, because, after all, in moments of quiet, I'm strangely drawn toward you, but - well, there haven't been any quiet moments.
Susan Vance: There is a leopard on your roof and it's my leopard and I have to get it and to get it I have to sing.
David Huxley: When a man is wrestling a leopard in the middle of a pond, he's in no position to run.
Susan Vance: You mean you want me to go home?
David Huxley: Yes.
Susan Vance: You mean you don't want me to help you any more?
David Huxley: No.
Susan Vance: After all the fun we've had?
David Huxley: Yes.
Susan Vance: And after all the things I've done for you?
David Huxley: That's what I mean.
Susan Vance: Now that's all perfectly clear, isn't it?
Dr. Fritz Lehman: Yeah-No it isn't! You see - she's going to give me an explanation.
David Huxley: No no no and my dear sir, it never will be clear, as long as she's explaining it.
David Huxley: You don't understand: this is my car.
Susan Vance: You mean this is your car? Your golf ball? Your car? Is there anything in the world that doesn't belong to you?
David Huxley: Yes, thank heaven, you.
