Mr. Kennett, Wyn's Uncle: But Miss Foyle, thou art not being quite reasonable about this.
Kitty Foyle: Says thou.
Mr. Kennett, Wyn's Uncle: Miss Foyle, thy temper!
Kitty Foyle: Mr. Kennet, thy foot!

Kitty Foyle: [Speaking about children] This is what women want. It isn't men, not really. It's something down inside of them that's the future.

Kitty Foyle: Boy or Girl?
Dr. Mark Eisen: Boy. Almost lost the little fella. (Looks around the poor apartment) Mighta been better if he hadn't pulled through.
Kitty Foyle: Don't say that, Mark. It's always better to pull through.

Kitty Foyle: I thought we had a date tonight.
Dr. Mark Eisen: What do you think's been going here for the last three hours?
Kitty Foyle: Well, for one thing, I've slowly grown to hate you.

Kitty Foyle: Let's get a few things straight here! I didn't ask to marry a Strafford, a Strafford asked to marry me. I married a man, not an institution or a trust fund or a bank. Oh, I've got a fine picture of your family conference here. All the Straffords trying to figure out how to take the curse off of Kitty Foyle. Buy the girl a phony education, polish off the rough edges. And make a Mainline doll out of her! Aww, you oughta know better than that! It takes six generations to make a bunch of people like you. And by Judas Priest, I haven't got that much time.

Kitty Foyle: Oh, you may have shut the door on Brother Wyn, but, Honey, you certainly had no intention of locking it.

Kitty Foyle: There's a lot of living to do in this world. And if you're worthwhile, you get hurt.

Dr. Mark Eisen: You know the first thing I thought of when I saw you this afternoon?
Kitty Foyle: Yes.