Cathy Gray: [Sue is helping Cathy get ready] Pull it tighter Sue, pull it tighter, I want a waist like Anna Held.
Sue Allen: If I pull it any tighter you're not going to be able to breath.
Cathy Gray: Oh that's alright, I don't need much breath anyway, as my late friend Matty used to say, if a girl don't watch her figure the men won't.
Sue Allen: Matty? Wasn't that the man you were going to marry?
Cathy Gray: Yes but he hung himself instead.
[giggling]
Cathy Gray: Oh Matty was such a card.
Sue Allen: Well where's your new friend going to take you tonight?
Cathy Gray: To the Hauffman House for dinner, then to Tony Pastors for the vaudeville show.
Sue Allen: That sounds like fun.
Cathy Gray: Oh yeah he's a free spender alright, a little bit older than I like them, but awfully distinguished looking, I'm moving up
[stops and breaths in slowly]
Cathy Gray: , I'm moving up honey, no girl ever hits the jackpot till after she passes 14th street.

Lt. Tom Brennan: You know, Shane, by the time this guy gets out of Sing Sing, this head will grow a long beard.

Bruce Allison: They always want a body!

Sgt. Jim Shane: [looking at the wax figure of Joan Of Arc who resembles Cathy Gray] That's a copy of her face alright , but she didn't look that way the night we saw her at Ma Flannigan's rooming house.
Lt. Tom Brennan: Not so composed huh.

Prof. Henry Jarrod: [heavy with menace after Sue unwigs Cathy] You shouldn't have done that my dear!

Prof. Henry Jarrod: Everything I ever loved has been taken away from me , but not you my Marie Antoinette for I will give you eternal life.

Prof. Henry Jarrod: Here we have Joan Of Arc. A favorite subject of mine.

Prof. Henry Jarrod: Here we have two great lovers from the past. Cleopatra Queen Of Egypt and Marc Antony, their last meeting. You'll recall that Antony believing Cleopatra to be dead killed himself with his own sword. When Cleopatra discovered what had happened, she quickly followed her lover.

Prof. Henry Jarrod: Here's President Lincoln and his assassin John Wilkes Booth. One of my few concessions to the macabre.

Prof. Henry Jarrod: I'm afraid that the visit of a such distinguished critic may cause my children to become conceited. To you they are wax, but to me their creator, they live and breathe.