- Amy Drexel: Marriage has changed you a lot Evelyn. You used to have plenty of zip and bounce and now you're so - oh, so good and bounceless. Does your husband beat you?
- Evelyn Prentice: No, I wish he did. He'd have to be home to do it.
- Amy Drexel: Not necessarily. I know gentleman who beat his wife up in a nightclub and she loved it too!
- Evelyn Prentice: There's nothing wrong in those letters. They were entirely innocent.
- Lawrence Kennard: Then why are you here?
- Evelyn Prentice: Because nothing is safe with a man like you.
- Lawrence Kennard: That's the most sensible observation you've made to date.
- Amy Drexel: Hello, Evelyn.
- Evelyn Prentice: Hello, darling.
- Amy Drexel: Being the little woman about the house?
- Evelyn Prentice: Yes.
- Evelyn Prentice: Your friend, Chester Wylie, next to you. Besides being a very bad drinker, what is he?
- Amy Drexel: Well, he thinks he's an artist. I met him in Paris. He has a studio in Greenwich Village and a shack in Connecticut. The modern school, you know, throw up a lot of lines, it looks like a skyscraper and then tell you its a sleeping dog and adores canned peas. But, in spite of that, I sort of likes him.
- Amy Drexel: The last time I mixed a cocktail, four people eloped, the butler did nip-ups and a man made love to his wife.
- Evelyn Prentice: Oh, then, please do it.
- Amy Drexel: Gin and French vermouth.
- Evelyn Prentice: Anything else?
- Amy Drexel: Sure! cognac, absinthes and a dash of bitters.
- Evelyn Prentice: Oh, Amy, you'll kill my guests. You know, these are respectable people.
- Evelyn Prentice: If the guests come and I'm not down, will you take care of them?
- Amy Drexel: Say, after one of my cocktails, they won't know whether you're here or not. So, take it easy. Ho-hum.
- Amy Drexel: He just asked me if I hadn't noticed a change in the attitude of the French people lately and I merely said that I hadn't. That they're still perpendicular when they're standing and horizontal when they're lying down.
- Male Dining Guest: Do you think she'll be convicted?
- Female Dining Guest: With her figure and 12 men on the jury? Not a chance!
- Amy Drexel: Oh, now, Evelyn, don't tell me you're not tingling with excitement over the whole thing? A tall, good looking fellow, just dying to meet you. He'll probably write a poem to your eyebrows or something. Oh, you wouldn't be human if you didn't tingle a little bit.
- Evelyn Prentice: You're too absurd for words.
- Evelyn Prentice: Larry sent them.
- Amy Drexel: Larry?
- Evelyn Prentice: Mr. Kennard.
- Amy Drexel: So it's reached the Larry stage?
- Amy Drexel: Say, how often have you seen this bird?
- Evelyn Prentice: Let's see, face cream, powder, mascara...
- Amy Drexel: Eye shadow, lip rouge, nail polish, bath salts and perfume; but, that still doesn't answer my question. How often have you seen this bird?
- Evelyn Prentice: This is his home. He loves me. And I adore him.
- Amy Drexel: Say, have you been reading "Romeo and Juliet?"
- Amy Drexel: How do you get in such a mess with a creature like that?
- John Prentice: Vanity. Someone to tell you have big and wonderful you are.
- John Prentice: Well, this is certainly good for the tummy.
- Dorothy Prentice: I don't see why I have to do this exercise. My tummy is much flatter than Daddy's.
- John Prentice: Well, am I insulted. Evelyn are you bringing up this child to have no respect for his father? Why, my tummy is as flat as a pancake.
- Evelyn Prentice: Not a very thin pancake.
- John Prentice: That's right! We haven't done the bicycle one yet and we want to do the bicycle one because they have lots of bicycles in Europe!
- John Prentice: Will you tell me why it is that people always look like convicts on those passport photos?
- John Prentice: [to Evelyn] Darling, I'll get a nice cocktail. It'll be good for you.
- [to Amy]
- John Prentice: Can I bring you one?
- Amy Drexel: One? Bring up the jug!
- Albert - Butler: But the motive? How about the motive? Tell me that.
- Charles - Chauffeur: Oh, when a dame wants to plug a guy, she don't need a motive.
- John Prentice: Do you think she's guilty?
- Albert - Butler: Well, I'm not so sure, sir.
- John Prentice: Why?
- Albert - Butler: She hasn't the look, sir.
- Charles - Chauffeur: She don't sit for the flashlights, Mr. Prentice. Let's 'em shoot her any ole way with her hair messed and nose shiny.
- John Prentice: And if she were guilty?
- Albert - Butler: Well, don't you think, sir, that she would try to gain the favor of the public by looking pretty and soft and innocent like?
- John Prentice: That's a very shrewd observation, Albert.