C. K. Dexter Haven: Then you don't know women.
George Kittredge: That's possible.
C. K. Dexter Haven: ...and you're a fool.
George Kittredge: ...and that's quite possibe.
C. K. Dexter Haven: Of course, Mr. Connor, she's a girl who is generous to a fault.
Tracy Lord: To a fault.
C. K. Dexter Haven: Except to other people's faults.
Elizabeth Imbrie: We've come for the body of Macaulay Connor.
C. K. Dexter Haven: I'm so glad you came. Can you use a typewriter?
Elizabeth Imbrie: No, thanks, I've got one at home.
Tracy Lord: Dexter, would you mind doing something for me?
C. K. Dexter Haven: Anything. What?
Tracy Lord: Get the heck out of here.
C. K. Dexter Haven: You'll never be a first class human being or a first class woman until you've learned to have some regard for human frailty.
Tracy Lord: You hardly know him.
C. K. Dexter Haven: To hardly know him is to know him well.
Elizabeth Imbrie: I remember your honeymoon quite well. You and she on a little sail boat, the "True Love", wasn't it?
C. K. Dexter Haven: Yes it was. How did you know?
Elizabeth Imbrie: I was the only photographer whose camera you didn't smash. You were terribly nice about it. You threw it in the ocean.
Macaulay Connor: Oh, one of those.
C. K. Dexter Haven: Yes I had the strange notion that our honeymoon was our own.
C. K. Dexter Haven: The moon is also a goddess, chaste and virginal.
Tracy Lord: Stop using those foul words.
Johnnie Aysgarth: Hello Monkeyface.
Johnnie Aysgarth: Your hair's all wrong. It has such wonderful possibilities that I, well, I got excited. For the moment I became a, a passionate hairdresser.
Johnnie Aysgarth: Well, well. You're the first woman I've ever met who said yes when she meant yes.
Johnnie Aysgarth: You thought I was going to kiss you, didn't you?
Lina McLaidlaw Aysgarth: Weren't you?
Johnnie Aysgarth: Of course not. I was merely reaching around you, trying to fix your hair.
Lina McLaidlaw Aysgarth: What's wrong with my hair?
Johnnie Aysgarth: Well, I'm glad you asked me that. It would've been extremely discourteous for me to bring the subject up.
Johnnie Aysgarth: If you're going to kill someone, do it simply.
John Robie: You're here in Europe to buy a husband.
Frances Stevens: The man I want doesn't have a price.
John Robie: That eliminates me.
John Robie: Miss Stevens?
Frances Stevens: Yes, Mr. Burns?
John Robie: You know what I think?
Frances Stevens: About what?
John Robie: You.
Frances Stevens: I don't really care.
John Robie: Well, we only met a couple of minutes ago.
Danielle Foussard: That's right, only a few minutes ago.
Frances Stevens: Only a few minutes ago? And you talk like old friends.
Frances Stevens: Ah, well, that's warm, friendly France for you.
Jessie Stevens: Why do you think we moved so often? Your father was a swindler, dear, but a lovable one. If you ask me, this one's a bigger operator on every level.
John Robie: Thank you, madam.
Frances Stevens: I called the police from your room and told them who you are and everything you've been doing tonight.
John Robie: Everything? The boys must have really enjoyed that at headquarters.
John Robie: May I ask you a personal question?
Frances Stevens: I've been hoping you would.
John Robie: For what it's worth, I never stole from anybody who would go hungry.
