Harry Archer: Hey, hey, hey, Tony, something's happen to your lights.
Tony the Bartender: I got eyes, I can see.
Honey Parker: Who needs lights?

Harry Archer: I should never have agreed to go back to her once we were separated.
Honey Parker: Why did you?
Harry Archer: You know why. I couldn't pry a nickel out of her. That community property routine only works for women! A man hasn't got a chance!
Honey Parker: Unless the wife dies.
[he looks around in shock;]
Honey Parker: I didn't say anything.
Harry Archer: You were thinking it!
Honey Parker: Not the same thing.

Harry Archer: They need my permission to operate. They're looking for me now to sign the papers.
Honey Parker: That's great. that's wonderful. Just hide out here for a few days and let her blow up like a balloon.

Honey Parker: You know what our problem is? We both have the same disease: money, and happy ways of spending it.