Parking Lot Doctor: Please sign this, absolving me of any responsibility for the results of treatment.
Kitty Baxter: But you're a Doctor.
Parking Lot Doctor: And I intend to remain one.
Flan Kittredge: Having a rich friend is like drowning and your friend makes lifeboats.
Ouisa: Only your friend gets very touchy if you say one word: lifeboat.
Vida Boheme: Oh, Carol Ann, what on earth...?
Carol Ann: I'm just so clumsy. I mean... Virgil yelled at me. I mean, he called out to me. And, well, I just spilled the stew.
Vida Boheme: Hun, do you like, ever, not cry in this room?
Vida Boheme: Carol Ann, if we're going to be friends, there really is something I should tell you.
Carol Ann: Adam's Apple?
Vida Boheme: What?
Carol Ann: Adam's Apple. Women don't have Adam's Apples, only men have Adam's Apples. The first night that you came to town I noticed that you had yourself an Adam's Apple.
Vida Boheme: Then, then you know?
Carol Ann: I know, that I am very fortunate to have a lady friend who just happens to have an Adam's Apple.
Carol Ann: This is the presidential suite.
Miss Chi-Chi Rodriguez: Must've been one of those bad presidents.