Georgie Elgin: Frank's on stage.
Bernie Dodd: I know. I want to talk to you.
Georgie Elgin: The last time we talked, Mr. Dodd, you reduced me to tears. I promise you, it won't happen again.
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.
Mike Connor: Oh Tracy, you're tremendous.
Tracy Lord: It's funny because I feel very small. Put me in your pocket, Mike.
Tracy Lord: Caroline Lord, if you put this picture in my wedding presents once more I am going to personally chain you to your bed.
Tracy Lord: Help me off the pedestal.
Seth Lord: Watch out for that first step, it's quite a tumble.
Tracy Lord: There are fairies at the bottom of my garden all ringing little bells.
Tracy Lord: Oh, I think men are wonderful.
Liz Imbrie: The little dears.
Tracy Lord: Are you learning anything about the idle rich?
Mike Connor: Yeah, they drive too fast. Where are we headed anyway?
Tracy Lord: The graveyard.
Mike Connor: I'm not ready.
Tracy Lord: I thought I'd show you the playground of the rich, the graveyard of the wealthy.
Mike Connor: Well, for that I'm ready.
Tracy Lord: I'm such an unholy mess of a girl.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Oh, come on, that's not even good conversation, Tracy.
Tracy Lord: Mother, don't you think Caroline is old enough to be sent to a good military school?
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?
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.
Tracy Lord: My, she was yar.
Tracy Lord: Look everybody, it's Uncle Willy! Wasn't it nice of Uncle Willy to surprise us?
Tracy Lord: I would like to talk to you privately.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Well now, I consider that right neighborly.
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.
