- Charlie Tayler: Now, Hilda, you'll tell me the reason for getting me up in the middle of the night to come and have breakfast with you like this.
- Hilda Pearson: Oh, Daddy, I have sad news for you.
- Charlie Tayler: Oh, my goodness! What has Papa's little rustle of spring got to tell Papa?
- Hilda Pearson: You lost four thousand dollars on the market today.
- Charlie Tayler: Did you get me out of a nice warm bed to tell me that? How did this thing happen?
- Hilda Pearson: Well, I switched my account over to your brokers. I thought it would be kind of clubby. You know, your account and mine right next to each other.
- Charlie Tayler: Oh, that would be cosy and comfy wouldn't it? In other words, you mean that you're four thousand dollars short at my broker?
- Hilda Pearson: Yes, and if four grand aren't there by the time the market closes, they'll sell your baby right out. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you, Daddy?
- Charlie Tayler: Oh, no. Mamma knows Daddy wouldn't want that to happen. Tell me something, did you look me up in Bradstreet?
- Hilda Pearson: You bet your life I did.
- Charlie Tayler: And you found there was gold in them thar hills?
- Hilda Pearson: Oh, Daddy...!
- Charlie Tayler: Well do me a favour, don't try to get it all in one blad, will you?
- Henry Tuttle: I'm fighting to preserve your children's home. I'm fighting against an unmoral standard. That's why Sodom and Gomorrah and the Roman Empire fell!
- Robert Rossiter: Too damn bad they didn't fall on you!