- Athanael: Can't we just be friends? After all, all I did was save your life.
- Fran Blackstone: Come close to me, dearest. Come close. Please, darling, kiss me. Do you hear me, darling? Come close to me! Please, Athanael, come closer to me.
- Athanael: If I got any closer, I'd be standing behind you. Now let me go!
- Fran Blackstone: Look at me darling. Can't you see what my eyes are saying?
- Athanael: Yes, and you oughta watch your language!
- Athanael: It's an ungrateful world, Elizabeth. If I had my way, things would be different. There'd be a lot of changes made.
- Elizabeth: Don't let him frighten you. If he's gruff and short-tempered, it's just because he's terribly busy like all the other deputy chiefs. After all, he has billions of small planets to look after.
- The Chief: So, you're Emmanuel, huh?
- Athanael: Uh, Athanael, sir. Angel Junior grade, Third phalanx, 15th cohort.
- The Chief: Nothing wrong with your record.
- Athanael: I hope not, sir.
- The Chief: Application excellent. Deportment excellent. Kindness excellent. Virtue excellent. Monotonous!
- Athanael: Yes, sir.
- The Chief: That's for me to say!
- Athanael: I practice a lot in my spare time.
- The Chief: Yes, so I hear, *constantly*, from this female.
- Elizabeth: I've told the Chief how we study together, you with your trumpet and me with my harp.
- Athanael: You have, Elizabeth?
- Elizabeth: I told him how pleasant it is, just the two of us - and the music.
- The Chief: Usually when a planet goes berserk, it's our demolition expert who descends, blows his horn, and - poof.
- Athanael: Poof?
- The Chief: Just now, however, our demolition expert is disposing of one of the larger planets, so for this bit of destruction, I'm using you.
- Athanael: Me?
- The Chief: Yes, as the angel least likely to be missed.
- Archibald 'Archie' Dexter: How's the old bloodhound?
- Sloan - House Detective: Tonight I feel lower than a dachshund.
- Archibald 'Archie' Dexter: Lady Stover, when you dance like that, you're no lady.
- Lady Stover: Archie!
- Archibald 'Archie' Dexter: But surely a gay meadowlark like you isn't thinking of retiring to your nest at this hour.
- Tony - the Hotel Bell Captain: He has to blow a horn on the roof precisely at midnight. Musicians are all wacky, I guess.
- Archibald 'Archie' Dexter: Run along now, little one, and weep in your consommé. You've given a brilliant performance.
- Archibald 'Archie' Dexter: You run along, my pet. I'll make a phone call and meet you later in the bar.
- Athanael: What kind of a party?
- Osidro: Nothing much. Just a little sociability, Some music.
- Athanael: Oh. Well, I'm sorry, but at the moment, I'm not interested in - Music? What kind of music?
- Doremus: Like you never heard before, Athanael.
- Osidro: Swing music. Also, we have 8 or 10 beautiful girls.
- Athanael: Well, you know they don't interest me, not 8 girls or 9 girls or - 10 beautiful girls, you say?
- Osidro: Yes. Oh, you owe it to yourself to look the place over, just out of curiosity.
- Athanael: Oh. Well, if you're going to force me.
- Fran Blackstone: Don't let go!
- Athanael: Who wants to let go?
- Fran Blackstone: Can't you pull me up?
- Athanael: Yes, if you stop pulling me down!
- Athanael: Pardon me. Mr. Starr, what are they doing?
- Sherman Starr: Jitterbugging, but they're all pooped. They've been working the swing shift all night.
- Trombonist in Swing Band: Are you digging this character? He's going to manage it. So your boots are laced, Junior. Well, all reet, all reet, all reet!
- Slippy: Give it to me! A-one, a-two, a-zeek, a-zoo!
- Sloan - House Detective: Just a moment, young lady. Would you mind telling me where you've been with that elevator?
- Elizabeth: Yes, I would.
- Athanael: Say, that looks rather interesting.
- Lew Poplinski - Waiter: A double scoop jumbo delight. Right. Vanilla and strawberry ice cream on a sliced banana with chocolate syrup and chopped walnuts. Anything else, mon-sewer?
- Athanael: Well, I'd - I'd - I'd like some of that, I think.
- Lew Poplinski - Waiter: You want that with a double scoop jumbo delight? Okay. Imported herring with domestic onions, a large order. With a double scoop jumbo delight, that goes just ducky. Of course, the blend ain't exactly right unless you got a nice, big, juicy dill pickle.
- Athanael: Really? Well, then a nice, big, juicy dill pickle it shall be.
- Lew Poplinski - Waiter: You got it, brother.
- Athanael: Hey, this is going to be fun.
- [dips the big, juicy, dill pickle in the double scoop delight and takes a bite]
- Trumpet Player: Take off, pops. Curl it, beat it, and twist it!
- Athanael: Twist it?
- Trumpet Player: Yeah.
- Trombonist in Swing Band: Fake it, man. Ain't you hep?
- Archibald 'Archie' Dexter: My dear young lady, it's obvious that those slim white fingers were fashioned to weave harp strings into graceful glissandos and stately arpeggios - and that's not all they were fashioned for.
- Cliffside Park Policeman: You looking for trouble?
- Athanael: No, no, no. I'm looking for Junior Porplinski.
- Furness - Radio Announcer: Here's your Bridge question. You and your boyfriend are defending a slam bid. You lead a club, knowing your boyfriend is blank in that suit. Now, what does your boyfriend do?
- Elizabeth: Really, I don't think I..
- Furness - Radio Announcer: Ah, this is easy. Come now. What does your boyfriend play?
- Elizabeth: Oh, trumpet.
- Furness - Radio Announcer: Trump it! Absolutely correct! That is the play that sets the hand and wins you a prize of $5.00.
- Athanael: What do you wish?
- Humphrey Rafferty: I wish that you'd bounce that babe out of here, and quick.
- Fran Blackstone: You can't save a girl's life and then ignore her!
- Athanael: Oh, yes, I can, but of course, you'll take quite a bit of ignoring.
- [last lines]
- Athanael: Elizabeth, I just had the craziest dream. You know, if you ever saw it in the movies, you'd never believe it.
- Archibald 'Archie' Dexter: Nice work, Fran, old girl.
- Fran Blackstone: Humphrey did pretty well, too.
- Archibald 'Archie' Dexter: Yes, considering his stupidity.
- Humphrey Rafferty: Gee, thanks, Boss.
- Fran Blackstone: Don't I appeal to you? Aren't I young, soft, and yielding?
- Athanael: Now, look, stop, please.
- Fran Blackstone: You are shy. Maybe it's I who should make the approach, I who should forget my foolish pride.