Gracie Kane: I know something you don't know, I know something you don't know.
Basil Underwood: She knows something we don't know.
Digges: It can't be very important or we'd know it.

Gracie Kane: Oh, Mr. Actor Man! Where're you going?
Basil Underwood: To someplace where there are no dear little children

Marcia West: [about Basil] I don't think there are words to describe him, do you?
Joyce Arden: Well, there probably are, but one would have to have a very extensive vocabulary.

Marcia West: [to Basil] Will you shut up?
Basil Underwood: What?
Marcia West: You meddlesome old nuisance, who asked you to interfere with our affairs, anyway?
Henry Grant, Jr.: She's absolutely right!
Basil Underwood: Well, I like that! Why, you - you...
Marcia West: You leave Henry out of this! If he'd had any sense he'd have realized I'd have forgotten all about you in two weeks. I was in love with Clark Gable last year, and if I can get over him, it's a cinch I can get over you.
Basil Underwood: Who's Clark Gable?
Marcia West: [to Henry] He doesn't know who Clark Gable is.
Henry Grant, Jr.: Hmmm. I do.

Marcia West: Aunt Ella, when Basil Underwood feels like a kipper, I'm sure he doesn't feel like an egg - even an aristocratic one.

Marcia West: This Aunt Ella Paisley!
Aunt Ella: [Grabbing his hand] Oh, Mr. Underwood! That hand! That Hand! That love line, and that mound of Venus. You'll be married once. Heaven help the poor girl, the lucky thing.

Marcia West: This is Miss Kane.
Gracie Kane: I know you, you wear blue polka-dot shorts!
Marcia West: Are there no reformatories in California?

Marcia West: What are manners? Little rules for little people!

Marcia West: What right has she to talk that way to me?
Joyce Arden: Practically none. Wives have so few rights nowadays.
Marcia West: Your wife?
Basil Underwood: Yes, my wife...
[looking at Joyce]
Basil Underwood: ... wonderful.

Mrs. Kane: I'm Mrs. Kane, my friends call me Sugar.
Basil Underwood: How sweet of them.