Madame Le Brouchette: It should be:
[singing]
Madame Le Brouchette: The one I love -
Olga Chekaloff: [Pats her shoulder] Eat your spaghetti!

Olga Chekaloff: You make trouble for me? How do you like that? In Russia I was bitten by a wolfhound, my mother was lost in a snowstorm, my father was sent to Siberia, your mother and father are yelling their heads off, you sister's taking her singing lessons, I've got exactly four squabs and I can't find out how many's for dinner! And you're gonna make trouble for me?

Hillary Bellaire: Olga!
Olga Chekaloff: All right, all right, I know, my cap's on crooked.
Hillary Bellaire: Good heavens, what next?
Olga Chekaloff: Meatballs!

Hillary Bellaire: Quiet, quiet! Is this a madhouse?
Olga Chekaloff: Yes sir. I mean no sir.

Taxi driver: Look, what about this 2,85? I gotta get going, I've been here twenty minutes already.
Olga Chekaloff: You've been here twenty minutes? I've been here eleven years. I stopped yelling for my money ten years ago.