Kitty Lane: [to her Uncle Fred, who runs a greasy spoon] Your thoughts are just like your kitchen ... dirty.

Kitty Lane: [waiting on David at the diner] ... How come *you* never annoyed me?
David Livingston: Well, I don't like to compete with the whole college.
Kitty Lane: If I owned this joint I'd bust ya in the nose for that.
David Livingston: [looking up from the book he has been studying] Yes, and if I were your brother instead of a customer here, I'd spank you. I'd like to finish this chapter.
Kitty Lane: Well, go ahead, finish it someplace else where they burn incense or something.
David Livingston: Alright, I will. I don't like this place anyhow. You may be hot, but the coffee's cold.
[gets up to leave]
David Livingston: Keep the change.
Kitty Lane: [throws David's coin on the floor; then, under her breath:] Pinhead .... Nitwit ....
Kitty Lane: [finds his hat on the chair] Hey, you forgot your hat.
[runs after him]
Kitty Lane: Hey stupid, you forgot your hat!

Kitty Lane: I hope you'll be interested in my collection of etchings, or whatever it is they hang on the walls here...

Judge Forbes: [trying to bribe Kitty to give David up] I thought you'd prefer cash. Five thousand dollars. Merely for leaving town, immediately.
Kitty Lane: [She looks down at the bills in his hand, and slowly raises her head with a look of anger and contempt in her eyes.] What are you trying to make of me--what you wish I was? Something cheap and common, something that money can buy?
[her anger rising]
Kitty Lane: Well, you can't. Nobody can! You and the nice, decent people who sent you here are the real cheap ones ... trying to put a price on something there isn't any price for.
[almost hysterical now]
Kitty Lane: If that's being decent, I'm glad I'm common!
[crying and screaming]
Kitty Lane: If that's being rich, I'm glad I'm cheap, and I'm gonna stay cheap! Because no matter how cheap I am, I'm not for sale!
[She throws the money in his face and runs out.]