Shapeley: Now, you're just my type. Believe me, sister, I could go for you in a big way. 'Fun-on-the-side' Shapeley they call me, with accent on the fun, believe you me.

Shapeley: You know, there's nothing I like better than to meet a high-class mama that can snap 'em back at ya. 'Cause the colder they are, the hotter they get. That's what I always say. Yes, sir, when a cold mama gets hot, boy, how she sizzles.

Peter Warne: Say, where'd you learn to dunk? In finishing school?
Ellie Andrews: Aw, now don't you start telling me I shouldn't dunk.
Peter Warne: Of course you shouldn't - you don't know how to do it. Dunking's an art. Don't let it soak so long. A dip and [he stuffs the donut in his mouth] plop, in your mouth. You let it hang there too long, it'll get soft and fall off. It's all a matter of timing. Aw, I oughta write a book about it.
Ellie Andrews: [laughs] Thanks, professor.
Peter Warne: Just goes to show you - twenty millions, and you don't know how to dunk.
Ellie Andrews: Oh, I'd change places with a plumber's daughter any day.

Peter Warne: A good night's rest'll do you a lot of good. Besides, you got nothing to worry about: the walls of Jericho will protect you from the big bad wolf.

Peter Warne: Any guy that'd fall in love with your daughter ought to have his head examined.

Peter Warne: Behold the walls of Jericho! Uh, maybe not as thick as the ones that Joshua blew down with his trumpet, but a lot safer. You see, uh, I have no trumpet.

Peter Warne: Excuse me lady, but that upon which you sit is mine.

Peter Warne: I want to see what love looks like when it's triumphant. I haven't had a good laugh in a week.

Ellie Andrews: Take me with you, Peter. Take me to your island. I want to do all those things you talked about.
Peter Warne: You'd better go back to your bed.
Ellie Andrews: I love you. Nothing else matters. We can run away. Everything will take care of itself. Please, Peter, I can't let you out of my life now. I couldn't live without you.
[she cries in his arms]
Peter Warne: [firmly] You'd better go back to your bed.
Ellie Andrews: I'm sorry.
[she returns to her bed still crying]

Ellie Andrews: You've been telling me what not to do ever since I can remember.
Alexander Andrews: That's because you've always been a stubborn idiot,
Ellie Andrews: I come from a long line of stubborn idiots!