Tracy: Help me off the pedestal.
Seth Lord: Watch out for that first step, it's quite a tumble.

Tracy: I'm truly sorry to have been a disappointment to you.
Seth Lord: I've never said that and I never will.

Tracy: Isn't it a fine day. Is everybody fine? That's fine.

Tracy: Look everybody, it's Uncle Willy! Wasn't it nice of Uncle Willy to surprise us?

Tracy: My, she was yar.

Tracy: Oh, I think men are wonderful.
Liz Imbrie: The little dears.

Tracy: Oh, it got dark all of a sudden.

Tracy: There are fairies at the bottom of my garden all ringing little bells.

Mike: Mr Kittredge, it may interest you to know that our so-called affair consisted of exactly two kisses and one rather late swim both of which I thoroughly enjoyed and the memory of which I wouldn't part with for anything. After which I returned here, carried her to her room, deposited her on her bed and promptly returned here which you will no doubt remember.
George Kittredge: That's all?
Mike: That's all.
Tracy: Why? Was I so cold? So forbidding?
Mike: Not at all. On the contrary but you were somewhat the worse or the better for the wine and there are rules about such things.