Ruth Collins: I'm no pollyanna or sweet sixteen either. I've been around. I know what it's all about, but, gee, I always try to keep decent. There's a few things I draw the line on. Dr. Bernardi is one of them.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Go ahead. You got me interested. Then what'd he do?
Ruth Collins: Well, at first he said his eyes were bad, and he couldn't read, so he offered to pay me fifty cents an hour to read to him at night after work. Well, that was all right, but the kind of books he read...
[laughs]
Ruth Collins: Gee, I didn't know they printed them so bad. He said he got them in Europe.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Yeah? Yeah, I've seen the type in hotel lobbies lookin' up at balconies.

Panhandler Wanting One Dollar: Hey buddy, would you give a poor man a dollar?
Charles 'Chick' Miller: A dollar? You got a lot of nerve! If you'd asked for a dime or a quarter, I might have done something.
Panhandler Wanting One Dollar: [Indignantly] Say, listen, all I asked you is to give me a buck. You don't wanna give it to me, say so, but don't tell me how to run my business!
Charles 'Chick' Miller: [laughing admiringly at his independent spirit] That wins a dollar, beau!
[He tosses him the money]

Charles 'Chick' Miller: [to Ruth] Now, let's have a good look at you, Ruthy.
[Taking off her hat and obviously finding her attractive]
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Well, well, the gentleman said. The more you see the more you wanna see.

Scrap Iron Scratch: [Last lines] Gentleman for a day.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: [as they walk down the tracks] C'mon. Let's get goin'.

Scrap Iron Scratch: [to Chick] Hey, I'd rather starve than eat those vagrancy beans again.

Scrap Iron Scratch: You just can't keep away from windows with bars, can you, Chick?
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Oh, bars ain't half bad, Scrap Iron, not when you're on the outside lookin' in.