Mrs. Adams: Malena fell down the cellar stairs!
Virgil Adams: Did she break any of our things?

Virgil Adams: Why, you think you're going to be pushed right spang up against a wall - you can't see any way out, or any hope at all - then something you never counted on turns up - and you kind of squeeze out of it, and keep on going.

J. A. Lamb: I've lived long enough to know that circumstances can beat the best of us - yes, the best of us.

Arthur Russell: [walking with Alice on the street, discussing her brother] I thought it was quite original, his, uh, amusing himself with the cloakroom attendants.
Alice Adams: [laughs] Walter is original. You know, he's a very odd boy. I was afraid you'd misunderstand him. He tells the most wonderful darkie stories and he'll just do anything to get them to talk to him.
[laughs]
Alice Adams: We think he'll probably write about them some day. He's rather literary.

Arthur Russell: A penny for your thoughts. No. A poor little dead rose for your thoughts, Alice Adams.

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Florist: Good afternoon.
Alice Adams: Yes, I'd like to buy a corsage, something nice to wear to the party.
Florist: Yes. Ooh, that's the - that's the Palmer party, I suppose.

Arthur Russell: I heard a great deal at Mildred's this afternoon, too.
Alice Adams: So they did talk about me.
Arthur Russell: Yes, they talked about you a lot. And I found out one thing. I love you, Alice.
Alice Adams: Gee whiz!
Arthur Russell: I love you.