George Loomis: Too bad, they can't play it for you now, Rose.
George Loomis: You smell like a dime store. I know what that means.
Rose Loomis: Sure. I'm meeting somebody, just anybody handy, as long as he's a man! How 'bout the ticket seller himself? I could grab him on the way out, or one of the kids with the phonograph. Anybody suits me. Take your pick.
Customs Officer: How long do you plan to be here?
Ray Cutler: Three days.
Customs Officer: Honeymooners?
Polly Cutler: That's right.
Customs Officer: That isn't liquor you have in that case under your coat, is it?
Ray Cutler: Uh, books. I'm going to catch up on my reading.
Customs Officer: Reading.
George Loomis: I loved you, Rose. You know that.