- Myra: We have no men working here.
- Gladys - the Wife: Do you mean to say you two girls try to run this place all alone?
- Olga: And we are doing all right too.
- Herbert - the Husband: It's stuck tighter than Aunt Annie's corset!
- Gladys - the Wife: Oh, well. We'll have to get a man to do it.
- Blonde Cutie: [to George] Say, big-shot. How'd you like to take over two gals hitch-hiking their way to fame and fortune in Hollywood?
- Girl with Black Bangs: Say, what about Popsy?
- Blonde Cutie: We're going to cut him off like a hang-nail the first chance we get.
- Girl with Black Bangs: Say, doesn't your boyfriend talk?
- George: Speak to the girls, Jeff.
- Jeff: Hiya, Toots.
- Blonde Cutie: Well, we got that all cleared up.
- Gladys - the Wife: Always goes to show a woman can do anything she puts her mind to. Phew. Give me a Coca-Cola before I expire.
- Olga: When you're old enough to be going places, you'll be smart enough to realize that you're better off where you are. I hope.
- Myra: It isn't fair. It isn't fair to keep me cooped up in a place like this all the time. I've got a right to have some fun while I'm young!
- Myra: Sorry about the paper. We get the news quicker from the radio there.
- George: Yeah, but not this time of day though, do you?
- Myra: No, along about evening. Even then sometimes the static is so bad we can't get anything. This time of year we have quite a bit of heat lightning, you know.
- George: Heat lightning, huh? That will give my pal a thrill. Won't it Jeff?
- Jeff: Yeah. That's all I need now. Something to remind me of...
- Myra: It's enough to get on anyone's nerves.
- George: What about the Uncle Horace out there? Is he on his way to Hollywood and the movies too?
- Blonde Cutie: As far as I can make out he is on a lecture tour. All he's done since we picked him up in Kansas City, is give us speeches about nice girls not hitch-hiking.
- Girl with Black Bangs: If that's all he did it wouldn't be so bad. But he tries to find out if our legs are in good condition.
- George: I can't get very upset about you two tomatoes not being unable to take care of yourselves. I got a hunch the old man is the one who is really in a tough spot.
- Olga: Desert towns don't ask any questions. It's no good telling people things they aren't interested in.
- George: I sure am sorry we're not going the same way.
- Blonde Cutie: Well. You go your way and - we'll go the way of all flesh.
- Blonde Cutie: Say, it's your turn to sit up in front with that old thigh-pincher. I'm going to crawl in the back seat and nurse my wounds.
- George: I guess everything is wide open in Reno, huh?
- Mrs. Ashton-Ashley: Yes. Rather.
- George: I was there once.
- Mrs. Tifton: Only once?
- George: Well, I was there on business.
- Mrs. Tifton, Mrs. Ashton-Ashley: So were we.
- George: She used to hold out against me sometimes, but I can twist her around if I take the trouble. There is one dame I can do anything I want with.
- Frank - the chauffeur: If I have to pack and unpack that lingerie many more times, I'll turn into a big sissy.
- Olga: Now, let's understand each other, Gerry. If you're staying on here because you've got any ideas in your head, you might just as well be on your way. Now, I'm not anything like that woman you knew back in Oklahoma. Whatever I was before, I'm different now. And I intend to stay different. Everything between you and me is past. Forgotten. I left you and that whole rotten life. I came out here and I started fresh and clean. I work pretty hard for what I've got and I'm not going to lose it now. Nor for you, not for anybody. So don't you think I'm the same woman that used to eat out of your hand because I'm not. I'm a whole lot wiser. And just you put that into that head of yours.
- George: Do you like it better here than you did in Tulsa?
- Olga: I'm happy here. I know what living is about for the first time. I wouldn't change what I've got here for anything.
- George: Never get lonesome?
- Olga: I'm too busy.
- George: Oh, I bet you think about the old town once in a while. Oil flares lighting up the streets. Everything wide open. Dance halls, gambling, girls.
- Olga: Yeah. Don't forget the girls.
- Mrs. Tifton: Frank, bring me a bottle of beer.
- Frank - the chauffeur: Yes, ma'am.
- Mrs. Tifton: Too bad you can't drink any beer, dear, of course, on account of your figure.
- Mrs. Ashton-Ashley: Frank, two beers.
- Myra: I suppose her dignity wouldn't allow bathing in public.
- Frank - the chauffeur: You ain't knowed her as long as I have.
- Mrs. Tifton: I should like to take a bath, Frank.
- Mrs. Ashton-Ashley: Since when have you developed such intimacy with the chauffeur, that you find it necessary to advise him of such things?
- Mrs. Tifton: Frank, I should like you to see if there are any conveniences for bathing on this lovely little oasis.
- Frank - the chauffeur: Yes, ma'am.
- Mrs. Ashton-Ashley: I suppose you want Frank to scrub your back?
- George: We're staying on here, but just long enough to get our hooks on the rocks those dames lugging around. We're in a tough spot and we might have to do some greasing to get across the border.
- Jeff: Thanks. I'm glad you let me in on the plot.
- George: We got our own New Deal coming up. Prosperity is just across the border.
- George: My neck is just as valuable to me as yours is to you. And I am not going to do anything that will put a rope around it.
- Mrs. Ashton-Ashley: I suppose you want Frank to stand guard while you take your bath?
- Mrs. Tifton: Thank you so much for suggesting it, Tinkle. That is a splendid idea.
- Mrs. Ashton-Ashley: You're quite welcome. However, I think I had better come back and guard Frank.
- Mrs. Tifton: Where do I take my bath in that finger bowl?
- Frank - the chauffeur: Out back of the sheds.
- Mrs. Ashton-Ashley: Right back to your childhood days, Feathers.
- Mrs. Tifton: What was that?
- Mrs. Ashton-Ashley: I mean my dear, out the back of the shed. After all, that's where it all really started. Isn't it?
- Mrs. Tifton: I demand this man's arrest. He's a Peeping Tom.
- Jeff: Hey, listen, she's got me all wrong. I'm out taking a walk, see. How do I know I'm gonna come around a corner and run into a dame standing with a piece of soap in her hand? I ain't used to seeing women taking baths out in the middle of the desert.
- Mrs. Tifton: Well, you certainly stared as though you'd never seen a woman at all before.
- Jeff: Listen, Toots. I seen plenty. And I seen a lot better than you.
- Mrs. Tifton: Well, you certainly seemed to be enjoying it at the time. You know, you could have turned around if you didn't like it.
- Jeff: Yeah? And if you didn't like it you could have ducked down. It don't take no longer to do one than the other.
- Mrs. Tifton: I demand this man's arrest immediately!
- Olga: That might not be wise. This gentleman might enter counter charges demanding your arrest on the grounds of immoral exposure.
- Mrs. Tifton: Huh?
- Jeff: When we're staying we're leaving and when we're leaving we're staying. You got me all mixed up.
- Olga: They aren't gypsies and they're perfectly harmless. They're just a Mexican family on its way to a fiesta.
- George: Don't let anybody put anything over on you. That's the way to get along in the world. That's what I always done.
- Mrs. Ashton-Ashley: We thought we heard shooting!
- Olga: You did. I found a big rat running around in the lunch room.