Tracy Lord: Mother, don't you think Caroline is old enough to be sent to a good military school?
Tracy Lord: My, she was yar.
Caroline Lord: Dexter? This is Caroline.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Hello, beautiful.
Caroline Lord: Any time now.
Mike Connor: Hands up.
Tracy Lord: Oh it's you! Go away.
Mike Connor: Where are you going?
Tracy Lord: Some place and dance.
Mike Connor: But they're dancing in there.
Tracy Lord: I know but George is frowning at me and I can't dance when anyone frowns at me.
Mrs. Seth Lord: Tracy, look at the way she does her hair.
Tracy Lord: Oh, yes, it's lovely. Is it lacquered?
Mike Connor: This joint's full of spies.
Liz Imbrie: That should make us feel at home.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: They met in a hole in the ground.
Tracy Lord: One thing's for sure. You're well rid of me.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Oh, no, no-one can say that but me.
Tracy Lord: Isn't it a fine day. Is everybody fine? That's fine.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Hey, skipper, when do we eat?
Tracy Lord: Now.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Boy, you've been at it long enough.
Tracy Lord: It's bride's prerogative.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: It's just I don't like you out of my sight for so long.
Tracy Lord: That's nice.
George Kittredge: I have a feeling you had more to do with this than anybody. You and your whole rotten class.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Oh class my.
Mike Connor: Grandmother.
Tracy Lord: Look everybody, it's Uncle Willy! Wasn't it nice of Uncle Willy to surprise us?
George Kittredge: That sounds like Tracy's voice.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: No, no. It's just the night watchman.
George Kittredge: It's a woman's voice.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Well he's a lyric tenor you see.
Tracy Lord: I would like to talk to you privately.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Well now, I consider that right neighborly.
Mike Connor: Have you heard the story of a boy a girl, unrequited love?
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Sounds like pure soap opera.
Mike Connor: I may cry.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Tune in tomorrow.
Mike Connor: I'm gonna dance.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Don't get hurt.
Caroline Lord: Mother, don't you think it's stinking of Tracy not to invite father to the wedding?
Mrs. Seth Lord: Yes, just between us, I think it's good and stinking.
Tracy Lord: Oh, it got dark all of a sudden.
Tracy Lord: Do you like my dress?
Uncle Willie: Oh yes, it's quite beautiful.
Tracy Lord: It's awfully heavy.
Caroline Lord: Dexter, are you ever going to get married again?
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Sure I am, I'm just waiting for you to grow up.
Caroline Lord: Oh Dexter, for you I'll hurry.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: You're gonna have to.
