Mildred Rogers: [after having her baby] Funny looking little thing, isn't it? I can't believe it's mine.

Mildred Rogers: Anything you want?
Philip Carey: Yes, if you don't mind I'd like to talk to you. Um... filthy weather, isn't it?
Mildred Rogers: Makes no difference to me. I have to be here all day.
Philip Carey: Don't talk like that. I only wanted to say something pleasant.
Mildred Rogers: Well, say it.
Philip Carey: You know you have a lovely smile. You should try using it more often.
Mildred Rogers: Oh, don't go spoofing me. A girl who works hard all day like I do. I don't have much reason to smile.
Philip Carey: Perhaps I could find a reason. Would you let me try?

Mildred Rogers: Good riddance to bad rubbish.

Mildred Rogers: You cad, you dirty swine! I never cared for you, not once! I was always makin' a fool of ya! Ya bored me stiff; I hated ya! It made me SICK when I had to let ya kiss me. I only did it because ya begged me, ya hounded me and drove me crazy! And after ya kissed me, I always used to wipe my mouth! WIPE MY MOUTH!

Thorpe Athelny: Don't stand by my chair in order to make eyes at him.

Thorpe Athelny: I don't think women ought to sit down at table with men.
Philip Carey: Oh! Don't you? Why not?
Thorpe Athelny: It ruins conversation. I'm sure it's very bad for them. It puts ideas in their heads. And women are never at ease with themselves when they have ideas.
Philip Carey: You sound like the old voice of England.
Thorpe Athelny: I am sir. And this is fine old Yorkshire pudding that gives me the strength to carry on.

Thorpe Athelny: I don't think women ougth to sit down at table with men.
Philip Carey: Oh! Don't you? Why not?
Thorpe Athelny: It ruins conversation. I'm sure it's very bad for them. It puts ideas in their heads. And women are never at ease with themselves when they have ideas.
Philip Carey: You sound like the old voice of England.
Thorpe Athelny: I am sir. And this is fine old Yorkshire pudding that gives me the strength to carry on.

Thorpe Athelny: I was married to a lady once. Good heavens! Never marry a lady, my boy.
Philip Carey: Oh really? Why?
Thorpe Athelny: Because a lady has a point of view, a personality and an individuality, all to double you with!

Thorpe Athelny: Well, I suppose youth must be served, but I must say, I'm sick and tired of serving it!

Philip Carey: I thought you were never coming.
Mildred Rogers: Ooh, like that. After keeping me waiting. I almost went home.
Philip Carey: I was in the second class waiting room. I thought you said you'd be there.
Mildred Rogers: No, I said "is it likely I would sit in the second class if I could sit in the first?" For a gentleman of brains you don't use them, do ya?
Philip Carey: Perhaps not. Anyway you're here, so it's alright, isn't it?
Mildred Rogers: You certainly do make a girl feel important to ya.