Ford Humphries: [at a nightclub bar, introductions are being made] Miss Dare, Mr. Goodrich.
Mr. Goodrich: [tipsily] Hello, baby!
Ford Humphries: Dixie, Mr. Goodrich wants to dance with you.
[Dixie starts to protest]
Ford Humphries: No, no look here - that's not fat around his middle; that's the belt he carries his money in.
Dixie Dare: [brightening] Oh, well then maybe he needs me.
[Dragging Mr. Goodrich onto the dance floor]
Dixie Dare: I'd just *love* to dance with you!
Mr. Goodrich: [befuddled] Who said I wanted to dance?
Dixie Dare: Oh, but you will!
[Goodrich continues to protest as Dixie firmly guides him onto the floor]
Ford Humphries: [alone with Marion at last] Now look here, I have to resort to bribery to get a moment alone with you!

Dixie Dare: Honey, why don't you get wise to yourself? This town's full of men who'd go goofy over you if you'd let 'em; so let 'em! Oh, don't take 'em too seriously; just kid 'em along and get what you can out of 'em. Say, if I had your looks I'd wear ermine underwear.
Marion Cullen: Well, maybe you would, Dixie, but I'm not the type.
Dixie Dare: You're telling me that after the way Humphries's been givin' you the eye the last three weeks?
Marion Cullen: Now you're imagining things.
Dixie Dare: So's Humphries.

Dr. Tony Travers: [to Jimmy] ... If you're going to insist on being a jackass, I'm going to turn your case over to a veterinary.

Marion Cullen: I've answered ads for everything from a waitress to a lady's maid, and it's always the same old story - ten girls for every job.
Dixie Dare: My trouble's just the opposite - ten jobs and only one Dixie Dare!