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[
after Betty finds Judy and Phil embracing]
Betty Haynes: What is this? The best two outta three?
Judy Haynes: I guess I got carried away.
Phil Davis: Yeah, she carried me right with her - I don't weigh very much.
Bob Wallace: Miss Haynes, if you're ever under a falling building and someone offers to pick you up and carry you to safety, don't think, don't pause, don't hesitate for a moment, just spit in his eye.
Betty Haynes: What did that mean?
Bob Wallace: It means we're going to Vermont.
Phil Davis: We like to take care of our friends.
Betty Haynes: But we're practically strangers!
Phil Davis: Uh, we like to take care of that too.
Betty Haynes: But I don't understand. Why are you doing this? I mean, what's in it for you?
Phil Davis: Forty-five minutes all to myself.
Betty Haynes: [
singing on the train] I want to wash my hands, my face, my hair with snow.
Betty Haynes: Why, all of a sudden, are people so concerned about my eating habits? Why don't people just leave me alone?
Betty Haynes: Mr. Bones? Mr. Bones? How do you feel, Mr. Bones?
Phil Davis: Rattlin'!
Betty Haynes: Mr. Bones feels rattlin'. Ha ha. That's a good one. Tell a little story, Mr. Bones.
Bob Wallace: A funny little story, Mr. Bones!
Phil Davis: How do you stop an angry dog from biting you on Monday?
Betty Haynes: That joke is old. The answer is to kill the dog on Sunday!
Phil Davis: That's not how you stop a dog from biting you on Monday!
Betty Haynes: How do you bring a thing about?
Phil Davis: Have the doggy's teeth pulled out!
Betty Haynes: Oh, Mr. Bones, that's terrible!
Phil Davis: Uh-huh.
Betty Haynes,
Bob Wallace: Yes, Mr. Bones, that's terrible!
Phil Davis: Uh-huh.
[
Bob leaves to go make a phone call]
Phil Davis: [
sighs] I don't know what's going on, but he has that Rodgers and Hammerstein look in his eyes.
Betty Haynes: Is that bad?
Phil Davis: Not bad, but always expensive.
Betty Haynes: Look who's talking about guilt!
Bob Wallace: What do you mean by that?
Betty Haynes: I mean you shouldn't mix fairy tales with liverwurst and buttermilk.
Bob Wallace: What did you have for lunch today?
Betty Haynes: I didn't have lunch.
Bob Wallace: Maybe you ought to eat some.