Lorelei Lee: There was an old man named Sidney... Who drank till he ruined a kidney. It shriveled and shrank, but he drank and he drank... He had his fun doing it, didn't he?
Olympic athlete: Hi. Remember me?
Lorelei Lee: Yes. You're one of the Olympic athletes.
Olympic athlete: I'm the only 4-letter man on the team.
Lorelei Lee: You should be ashamed to admit it. No, don't say another word. No, don't say another word.
Lorelei Lee: I've been wondering, what is your line, Mr. Malone?
Ernie Malone: My line? My most effective one is to tell a girl she has hair like a tortured midnight, lips like a red couch in an ivory palace that I'm lonely and starved for affection. Then, I generally burst into tears. It seldom works.
Lorelei Lee: I always say a kiss on the hand might feel very good, but a diamond tiara lasts forever.
Dorothy Shaw: Honey, did it ever occur to you that some people just don't care about money?
Lorelei Lee: Please, we're talking serious here.
Ernie Malone: What are you girls made of? What was that?
Lorelei Lee: Just equal parts of scotch, vodka, brandy, and gin.
Lorelei Lee: I want you to find happiness and stop having fun.
Lady Beekman: It's a tiara.
Lorelei Lee: You DO wear it on your head. I just love finding new places to wear diamonds.
Lorelei Lee: Dorothy. Mr. Esmond and I are getting married.
Dorothy Shaw: To each other?
Gus Esmond: Of course to each other. Who else to?
Dorothy Shaw: Well, I don't know about you Gus, but I always figured Lorelei would end up with the Secretary of the Treasury.
Lorelei Lee: Dorothy, please, a lady never admits her feet hurt.
Loco Dempsey: I'll say this for him: we haven't ordered anything yet under five dollars a portion.
Pola Debevoise: If there's anything left over don't forget to tell the waiter you want to take it home for the dog.
Pola Debevoise: Men aren't attentive to girls who wear glasses.
Loco Dempsey: I wouldn't mind marrying a Vanderbilt?
Pola Debevoise: Or Mr. Cadillac.
Schatze Page: No such person. I checked.
Loco Dempsey: Is there a Mr. Texaco?
Pola Debevoise: I want to marry Rockefeller.
Schatze Page: Which one?
Pola Debevoise: I don't care.
George Loomis: You smell like a dime store. I know what that means.
Rose Loomis: Sure. I'm meeting somebody, just anybody handy, as long as he's a man! How 'bout the ticket seller himself? I could grab him on the way out, or one of the kids with the phonograph. Anybody suits me. Take your pick.
Kay Weston: I supposed you never made a mistake.
Kay Weston: One thing about this, the longer you last the less you care.
Kay Weston: This country is crawling with Indians, and you're going fishing.
Matt Calder: There are lots of ways to die. Starving to death isn't my favorite.
The Girl: When it gets hot like this, you know what I do? I keep my undies in the icebox.
The Girl: You're married. I knew it! You look married.
