Joe Bradley: [after swimming ashore] All right?
Princess Ann: Fine. How are you?
Joe Bradley: Oh, fine!
[they laugh]
Joe Bradley: Say, you know, you were great back there.
Princess Ann: You weren't so bad yourself.
Joe Bradley: [kisses her] Well... I guess we'd better get Irving's car and get out of here.

Joe Bradley: How much would a real interview with this dame be worth?
Mr. Hennessey: Are you referring to Her Highness?
Joe Bradley: I'm not referring to Annie Oakley, Dorothy Lamour, or Madame... How much?
Mr. Hennessey: What do you care? You've got about as much chance...
Joe Bradley: I know, but if I did? How much would it be worth?
Mr. Hennessey: Oh, just a plain talk on world issues, it would probably be worth two hundred and fifty. Her views on clothes, of course, would be worth a lot more, maybe a thousand... dollars.
Joe Bradley: I'm talking about her views on everything!... The private and secret longings of a Princess. Her innermost thoughts as revealed to your own correspondent in a private, personal, exclusive interview.
[His boss' mouth drops, awe-struck by the thought]
Joe Bradley: Can't use it, huh? I didn't think you'd like it.
Mr. Hennessey: Come here! Love angle too, I suppose.
Joe Bradley: Practically all love angle.
Mr. Hennessey: With pictures.
Joe Bradley: Could be. How much?
Mr. Hennessey: That particular story will be worth five grand to any news service...
Joe Bradley: ...You said five grand? I want you to shake on that.

Joe Bradley: Irving! Am I glad to see you!
Irving Radovich: Why? Did you forget your wallet?

Joe Bradley: Now, come on. You're not that drunk.
Princess Ann: [laughing] If you're so smart I'm not drunk at all. I'm just being
[her head falls against his chest]
Princess Ann: verrrrry haaaappy...

Joe Bradley: Tell you what. Why don't we do all those things, together?
Princess Ann: But don't you have to work?
Joe Bradley: Work? No. Today's gonna be a holiday.
Princess Ann: But you want to do a lot of silly things?
Joe Bradley: [He takes her hand] ... First wish? One sidewalk cafe, comin' right up. I know just the place. Rocca's.

Joe Bradley: Would you like a cup of coffee?
Princess Ann: What time is it?
Joe Bradley: About one thirty.
Princess Ann: One thirty! I must get dressed and go!
Joe Bradley: *Why*. What's your hurry? There's lots of time.
Princess Ann: No, there isn't, and I've been quite enough trouble to you as it is.
Joe Bradley: Trouble?... You're not what I'd call trouble.
Princess Ann: [she smiles] I'm not?
Joe Bradley: I'll run a bath for you.

Joe Bradley: You should always wear my clothes.
Princess Ann: It seems I do.

Princess Ann: [as Ann and Joe dance] Hello.
Joe Bradley: Hello.
Princess Ann: Mr. Bradley, if you don't mind my saying so, I think you are a ringer.
Joe Bradley: Wha - oh, thanks very much.
Princess Ann: You spent the whole day doing things I've always wanted to. Why?
Joe Bradley: I don't know. Seemed the thing to do.

Princess Ann: At midnight, I'll turn into a pumpkin and drive away in my glass slipper.
Joe Bradley: And that will be the end of the fairy tale.

Princess Ann: Do you have a silk nightgown with rosebuds?
Joe Bradley: I haven't worn a nightgown in years!