Capt. Spaulding: Play the song about Montreal.
Ravelli: Montreal?
Capt. Spaulding: I'm a Dreamer, Montreal.
Capt. Spaulding: Do you mind if I don't smoke?
Capt. Spaulding: Tell me, what do you think of the traffic problem? What do you think of the marriage problem? What do you think of at night when you go to bed, you beast?
Capt. Spaulding: Say, how long has this been going on? Let's change the subject. Take the foreign situation. Take Abyssinia. I'll tell you, you take Abyssinia and I'll take a hot butterscotch sundae on rye bread.
Capt. Spaulding: If I were a man, you'd resent that.
Capt. Spaulding: Why, you've got beauty, charm, money! You have got money, haven't you? Because if you haven't, we can quit right now.
Capt. Spaulding: Play that song about the Irish chiropodist.
Ravelli: Irish chiropodist?
Capt. Spaulding: "My Fate Is In Your Hands."
Capt. Spaulding: We three would make an ideal couple. Why you've got beauty, charm, money! You have got money, haven't you? Because if you haven't, we can quit right now.
Mrs. Whitehead: The captain is charming, isn't he?
Mrs. Rittenhouse: I'm fascinated.
Capt. Spaulding: I'm fascinated, too. Right on the arm.
Capt. Spaulding: I was outside the cabin smoking some meat. There wasn't a cigar store in the neighborhood.
Capt. Spaulding: A more dastardly crack I've ever heard! I wish I was back in the jungle where men are monkeys.
