Alexander Sebastian: An old friend is never an extra guest.
Alicia: Do you love me, Commodore?
Commodore: You're a very beautiful woman.
Alicia: I'll have another drink to appreciate that.
Devlin: A man doesn't tell a woman what to do. She tells herself.
Madame Sebastian: We are protected by the enormity of your stupidity, for a time.
Alicia: Dev, is that you? I am glad you are late. This chicken took longer than I expected... what did they say? Hope it isn't done too - too much. Of course, i-it caught fire once... I think it's better if I cut it up out here, unless you want a half of one for yourself. We're going to have knives and forks, after all, I've decided we're going to eat in style. Marriage must be wonderful with this sort of thing going on everyday.
Alicia: This fog gets me.
Devlin: That's your hair in your eyes.
Alicia: You're sore because you've fallen for a little drunk you tamed in Miami and you don't like it. It makes you sick all over, doesn't it? People will laugh at you, the invincible Devlin, in love with someone who isn't worth even wasting the words on.
Alicia: If you had only once said that you loved me.
Alicia: Say it again, it keeps me awake.
Devlin: I love you.
Alicia: I'm terrified.
Devlin: Just pretend you're a janitor. Janitors are never terrified.
Alicia: I have a feeling they're very slow.
Alicia: Dev, is that you? I'm glad you're late. This chicken took longer than I expected. I hope it isn't done too much. It caught fire once.
Alicia: You can add Sebastian's name to my list of playmates.
Alexander Sebastian: I'm not afraid to die.
Devlin: You've got your chance, here and now.
Madame Sebastian: Wouldn't it be a little too much if we both grinned at her like idiots.
Alicia: My car is outside.
Devlin: Naturally.
Alicia: What does the speedometer say?
Devlin: 65.
Alicia: I want to make it 80 and wipe that grin off your face.
Alicia: Here's something that belongs to you. I should have given it to you sooner.
Devlin: What is it?
Alicia: A scarf you lent me once in Miami.
Alicia: This is a very strange love affair.
Devlin: Why?
Alicia: Maybe the fact that you don't love me.
Ethel: Where are you going?
Mr. Hopkins: Fishing.
Ethel: At this time of night? You're mad.
Mr. Hopkins: What's the difference? There's no fish, day or night.
