Insp. Charas: He put his head and his arm under the press. Why?
Helene Delambre: I cannot answer that question; coffee, Inspector?

El Supremo: Make known your needs to Admiral Hernandez.
Capt. Horatio Hornblower, R.N: Aside from water, I shall need 200 bullocks, 500 pigs, 100 quintals of salt, 40 tons of flour, ten tons of sugar, five tons of tobacco, one ton of coffee, the juice of 40,000 limes and, um, are there any wines to be had here?
Hernandez: We drink a spirit distilled from molasses which you probably do not know. We call it rum. Will that do?
Capt. Horatio Hornblower, R.N: Ha-hmm. Well, if there's nothing better that will have to do. One hundred barrels.

Kay 'Funny Face' Ellison: Sit down and have some coffee.
Larry Scott: Aren't you going to wait for Eddie?
Kay 'Funny Face' Ellison: I should wait and eat a cold breakfast? Not for any husband. Sometimes I get so mad I could give him poison.
Eddie Ellison: And sometimes I get so mad I could take it. What do you know about that?
Larry Scott: To hear you two in the morning, you'd think you were ready to jump at each other's throats.
Kay 'Funny Face' Ellison: In the morning? What about the rest of the day?
Larry Scott: Well, I just hope Jane and me get along as well as you two.
Kay 'Funny Face' Ellison: Eddie, Larry and Jane got engaged last night!
Eddie Ellison: Well, I don't see why a fine girl like Jane would want to marry a mug like you.

Jill: If you want to, you can lay me over the table and amuse yourself. And even call in your men. Well. No woman ever died from that. When you're finished, all I'll need will be a tub of boiling water, and I'll be exactly what I was before - with just another filthy memory.
Cheyenne: [sighs] You make good coffee, at least?

Cheyenne: [drinking coffee] Good. My mother used to make it this way. Hot, strong, and good.

Jimmy MacDonald: If you can't sleep, it isn't the coffee. It's the bunk.

Betty Casey: Why?
Mr. J.B. Baxter: I'm no genius. I didn't hang on to my father's money by backing my own judgment, you know. I make mistakes every day. Sometimes, several times a day. I have a whole warehouse *full* of mistakes. I should say it *would* make a difference. You see, I think your ideas are good, because they sound good to me. But I know your ideas are good, because you won this contest over millions of aspirants.
Jimmy MacDonald: Yes, but you see, Mr. Baxter...
Mr. J.B. Baxter: It's what you might call commercial insurance. As when a horse wins the Derby, you back him for the Preakness.
Jimmy MacDonald: [defeated] Well, I didn't win it.
Mr. J.B. Baxter: The Preakness?
Jimmy MacDonald: The contest. It didn't win anything. It was a joke.
Mr. J.B. Baxter: [shouts] A joke?
Jimmy MacDonald: That's what they meant it to be, anyway.
Mr. J.B. Baxter: [shouts] Who did?
Jimmy MacDonald: Some of the fellas. Oh, they didn't mean any harm. They just wanted to see how I'd look when I got the news.
Mr. J.B. Baxter: Well you tell me their names and we'll see how they look when I give them some news.
Jimmy MacDonald: I wouldn't care to do that, Mr. Baxter. I... oh, it doesn't matter.
Mr. J.B. Baxter: What do you mean, it doesn't matter? After I spend a whole afternoon, listening to a lot of... baloney, entirely predicated on the winning of this contest! And giving you this office!
Jimmy MacDonald: But how 'bout "It's *bread* in the *bean*."? The *blueblood* coffee."?
Mr. J.B. Baxter: Well, I don't know what about it! We'll find that out! They'll be plenty of time for that. But I won't be made a fool of, you understand. I can't go around giving out private offices and private secretaries on the strength of a prank that, personally, I consider far from funny.
Jimmy MacDonald: Yes, sir.
Mr. J.B. Baxter: [shouts] Yes, sir!!

[Prof. Brainard has repeatedly slammed his Flubberized Model T down on Prof. Ashton's car roof while in motion, causing to go out of control and crash into a police car]
Prof. Shelby Ashton: [as he and the two officers get out of their crashed cars] Officer! Help me! It's after me! Help me!
Officer Hanson: I do hope that you will excuse my appearance, but I was just having a cup of *boiling hot coffee*.
Prof. Shelby Ashton: But it's after me!
Officer Hanson: What's after you?
Prof. Shelby Ashton: I don't know, some kind of a... thing!
Officer Hanson: A thing? Can you describe it?
Prof. Shelby Ashton: I don't know. I didn't see it. But it flies. And it made a noise, like, uh, "Aaa-OOO-gah! Aaa-OOO-gah!" And then it banged down on the top of my car! BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! And when I looked, there wasn't anything there!
Officer Hanson: Oh, that kind of a thing.

Johnny Brett: Nice black coffee for that nice black hangover.

Elya Carlson: In my country we have a saying: "a secret whispered in a coffee house is as confidential as a headline in a newspaper".