John Ballantine: For what it's worth, I can't remember ever having kissed another woman before.

Mary Preston: D'you know what you can do when you see a shooting star?
John "Jack" Powell: No, what?
Mary Preston: You can kiss the girl you love.

Ilsa: Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.

Jerry Travers: Are you afraid of thunder?
Dale Tremont: Oh, no. It's just the noise.
Jerry Travers: You know what thunder is, don't you?
Dale Tremont: Of course. It's something about the air.
Jerry Travers: No, no. When a clumsy cloud from here meets a fluffy little cloud from there, he billows towards her. She scurries away and he scuds right up to her. She cries a little and there you have you showers. He comforts her. They spark. That's the lightning. They kiss. Thunder.

Jim Blandings: What's with this kissing all of a sudden? I don't like it. Every time he goes out of this house, he shakes my hand and kisses you.
Muriel Blandings: Would you prefer it the other way around?

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!

[Slim kisses Steve]
Steve:What did you do that for?
Slim:I've been wondering if I'd like it.
Steve:What's the decision?
Slim:I don't know yet. [They kiss again.] It's even better when you help.

Junior (Joe): [Kissing] I think you're on the right track.
Sugar: I must be. Your glasses are beginning to steam up.

Much-the-Miller's-Son: [to Bess] Come on, lass! Give us a kiss and wish me luck!
Bess: [Bess kisses him and then smacks his face] 'Urry up and take that ugly face of yours out of 'ere! [as Much turns to go, Bess says gently] Oh no. You will be careful, won't ye?
Much-the-Miller's-Son: Ha, of course I will!

[singing]
Gigi: I don't understand the Parisians / Making love every time they get the chance / I don't understand the Parisians / Wasting every lovely night on romance! Any time and under every tree in town / They're in session two by two / What a crime with all there is to see in town / They can't find something else to do! I don't understand how Parisians / Never tire of walking hand in hand / They seem to love it, and speak highly of it. / I don't understand the Parisians! When it's warm, they take a carriage ride at night / Close their eyes and hug and kiss / When it's cold, they simply move inside at night / There must be more to life than this! I don't understand the Parisians / Thinking love so miraculous and grand / But they rave about it, and won't live without it / I don't understand the Parisians!