Duchess: Monsieur O'Malley, you could have lost your life.
Thomas O'Malley: So I have a few to spare. Nothing.
Thomas O'Malley: Why, your eyes are like sapphires sparkling so bright. They make the morning radiant and light.
Marie: How romantic.
Berlioz the Kitten: Sissy stuff.
Duchess: Oh, c'est très jolie, monsieur. Very poetic. But it is not quite Shakespeare.
Thomas O'Malley: 'Course not. That's pure O'Malley, baby. Right off the cuff. Yeah. I got a million of 'em.
Berlioz the Kitten: We were just practicing biting and clawing.
Duchess: Aristocats do not practice biting and clawing, and things like that. It's just horrible.
Toulouse the Orange Kitten: But someday, we might meet a tough alley cat.
Hank Kimball: Hello, Mrs Douglas! How are you?
Lisa Douglas: Hello, Mr. Kimball. I'm fine. Well, I'm not really fine. I have a little headache. Well, it isn't a little headache, it's a... it went away.
Hank Kimball: I know somebody that talks just like that. Well, not just like that. What was his name? Oh yes, it was... no, it wasn't him.
Miss Bianca: Oh, that poor little girl. Oh, Mr. Chairman, can I please have this assignment?
Mr. Chairman: You? Miss Bianca? Why, this is unprecedented. I mean, It's not like it was in the old days, when it was a man's world. But, I guess there's a first time for everything.