Professor Wagstaff: Who was that?
Connie: The iceman.
Professor Wagstaff: Is that so? Well, you can't pull the wool over my ice.
Professor Wagstaff: That iceman stuff leaves me cold. And if I leave you cold, I'm not the man I used to be.
Professor Wagstaff: Why, I'd horsewhip you if I had a horse.
Retiring President: Eh, by the way, professor, there is no smoking.
Professor Wagstaff: That's what you say.
Retiring President: It would please the faculty if you threw your cigar away.
Professor Wagstaff: The faculty members might as well keep their seats. There'll be no diving for this cigar.
Frank: There's nothing wrong between me and the college widow.
Professor Wagstaff: There isn't, huh? Then you're crazy to fool around with her.
Professor Wagstaff: Oh, I love sitting on your lap. I could sit here all day if you didn't stand up.
Baravelli: Oh, Professor, I no see you. What are you doing here?
Professor Wagstaff: Nothing, right now. But, I was doing all right until you came in.
Connie: Oh, so you know the Professor.
Baravelli: Sure. He put me in business. He got me on the football team.
Professor Wagstaff: Now all's I gotta do is get him off the couch.
Professor Wagstaff: I think you've got something there, but I'll wait outside until you clean it up.
Professor: The trustees have a few suggestions they would like to submit to you.
Professor Wagstaff: I think you know what the trustees can do with their suggestions.