- Ruth Granberg: [singing] Come to the hills, Among the clouds, Where the sky is always blue, Come to the hills, leave the city, So dull and gray all day through, Come to the hills, Way up high, We have sun and snow and glaciers, Come to the hills, To the plateau, With reindeer behind every rock...
- Poppe: Give him a princely welcome. You know what celebrities can be like. "I want to be alone." But lord help us if we fulfill his wishes!
- Eva Sommer: No gentlemen arriving? Exciting males?
- Poppe: Exciting males? Let's just see. Yes, we've go something here! Yes! This is right up your alley. Top quality. Can you guess who?
- Eva Sommer: Ali Khan?
- Poppe: No, not Ali Khan.
- Eva Sommer: Gary Cooper?
- Poppe: No. Higher up, higher up. Well, do you know who's coming? Our very own popular actor, Teddy Winter.
- Eva Sommer: [excited] Teddy's coming?
- Eva Sommer: Don't you know who I am?
- Ruth Granberg: [disguised as Rudolph, the page boy] No.
- Eva Sommer: Don't you watch Norwegian films?
- Ruth Granberg: Yes, if there's nothing else.
- Teddy Winter: How about my room?
- Ruth Granberg: [disguised as Rudolph, the page boy] Let's see. You're staying in number 13.
- Teddy Winter: 13? Are you mad? All actors are superstitious. Knock on wood, black cat on the road.
- Ruth Granberg: I see. Then how about number 6, Mr. Winter?
- Teddy Winter: Splendid. I've always been lucky in number 6.
- Eva Sommer: And I'm staying in number 7.
- Teddy Winter: Excellent. 7 means good luck.
- Ruth Granberg: But 6 and 7 together still means bad luck.
- Ornitologen: I have the impression that the young lady knows who I am.
- Poppe: Yes. Of course she does.
- Ornitologen: But, I don't know her.
- Poppe: Now, you must be joking.
- Ornitologen: Oh, I know. She must be one of my old students.
- Poppe: Yes. Yes, I'm sure you have educated lots of young ladies over the years.
- Ruth Granberg: Put her in number 13, then it's in the bag.
- Poppe: In the bag? It's nowhere near the bag. You've made a mess of it. You know room number 13 is both a double room and a bridal suite. The young lady could be a virgin. A virgin in the bridal suite? She might develop issues. She'll feel like an Eskimo in the Sahara!
- Poppe: Don't tell me that you don't know the actress Eva Sommer.
- Ornitologen: Oh?
- Poppe: She, who washes herself with Lux soap on the backside of Albers each Wednesday.
- Ornitologen: Really? She washes up on the backside? Every Wednesday?
- Mona Miller: I had to go back on an awful train. Now I simply want to crash.
- Poppe: Crash away, Miss Miller. Crash. I've also had a rough day. I wish I could crash with you.
- Ruth Granberg: [disguised as Rudolph, the page boy] What's the matter, Poppe?
- Poppe: Winter is not Winter after all. Yet Winter is still Winter. But when Winter isn't Winter, then Winter can't be Winter when he says he doesn't know people who claim they know him.
- Direktør Granberg: Grey.
- Poppe: Yes.
- Direktør Granberg: Grey.
- Poppe: Perhaps around your temples, yes.
- Direktør Granberg: I am Grey.
- Poppe: But it suits you, sir.
- Direktør Granberg: I am Doctor Grey.
- Poppe: Yes, I'm sure it will pass. Oh, you are Doctor Grey? Pardon me. Welcome, Doctor Grey.
- Eva Sommer: The sky is beautiful out there!
- Ornitologen: Yes, typical strato-cumulus clouds of this season. Personally, I prefer cirro-cumulus clouds.
- Doktor Grå: Is that you, my friend? Would you like a nightcap?
- Ornitologen: Firstly, we're not acquainted, sir. Secondly, you are not my friend. And thirdly, I don't want a nightcap. Especially since I have to spend the night out here. Do not interrupt my nocturnal discussion with this woman.
- Doktor Grå: A severe case of neuritoca idiotis.
- Poppe: [singing] Now I say good night, And the evening is over, But I've really got this hunch, There's something afoot in the wind, But let's call it a day tonight.
- Poppe: Please. Upstairs and to your left. Sleep tight in your double bed.
- Direktør Granberg: Thanks. It will be a bit lonely.
- Poppe: I'm afraid I'm busy working.
- Ornitologen: Oh, my God.
- Mona Miller: Am I dreaming? Oh, darling.
- Ornitologen: Pardon?
- Mona Miller: Darling.
- Ornitologen: Darling? Who are you and what are you doing here in my bed?
- Mona Miller: Your bed? But, my dear...
- Ornitologen: I'm not your dear anything.
- Mona Miller: No? With all that's between us?
- Ornitologen: There is nothing between us.
- Mona Miller: Have you come here to insult me?
- Ornitologen: No, to sleep!
- Mona Miller: Yes, with me?
- Ornitologen: No, alone, if you don't mind.
- Teddy Winter: It looks like a postcard.
- Eva Sommer: How unromantic.
- Teddy Winter: Postcards are nice. Especially with Xs and "Home, sweet home." But you are nicer than any postcard. Your smile's like a weather forecast. Fair weather, gentle breeze, a bit of snow on exposed regions
- [brushes some snow off Eva's chest, Eva laughs]
- Teddy Winter: Poppe, are you married?
- Poppe: Are you proposing? No. I'm footloose and fancy-free.
- Teddy Winter: Then your wife should be happy.
- Poppe: Yes, she must be.
- Teddy Winter: I'm starting to comprehend the profundity of Ibsen's words: "Absolute reason died today at 11 o'clock."