William J. 'Pop' Shea: I hope this check don't bounce.
Roger Wendling: I don't think it will.
Jimmy Clayton: Pop, here's twenty-five bucks more!
William J. 'Pop' Shea: It's all right, Jimmy, I got it! I got the twenty-one hundred!
Jimmy Clayton: What? Just when we made the supreme sacrifice! Look!
William J. 'Pop' Shea: What happened?
Jimmy Clayton: We done a striptease in a pawn shop!

Roger Wendling: It's my property and my money just as much as it is hers, and trustee or no trustee, she's got to give it to me.
Willoughby Wendling: Did you ask her?
Roger Wendling: I asked her for the hotel and fifteen hundred dollars, just enough to rent a theater and back a show to give those poor devils a chance to earn a living for themselves.

Roger Wendling: This young lady wants to give you money to pay the rent on the hotel.
Sarah Wendling: Nonsense! So you've gone in for social service, have you?
Roger Wendling: Not exactly, Aunt Sarah, I just met an acquaintance.
Betsy Brown: There's almost five dollars in here, and I'm sure Pop will have the rest for you very soon.
Willoughby Wendling: Bless my soul!
Sarah Wendling: Keep your soul out of this. You will please get rid of this child.
Roger Wendling: But Aunt Sarah...
Sarah Wendling: If those people next door think they can play on my sympathy like this, they are greatly mistaken. I'll have my rent, all of it, or out they go.

Perry: Mr. Wendling, isn't it true that you intend to use this money to put on a Broadway show?
Roger Wendling: A small portion of it, yes.
Perry: And you intend to put this show on with actors living at the Hotel Variety?
Roger Wendling: That's right.
Perry: Isn't it probable that this Broadway venture of yours may turn out to be a failure? Or in the Broadway vernacular, a flop?
Jimmy Clayton: What? With me and the band? I object!

Betsy Brown: [singing] Don't wear a long face, it's never in style! Be optimistic and smile!

Betsy Brown: Barbara is awful smart. She reads great big books when she's not helping Pop run the hotel.
Roger Wendling: She does?
Betsy Brown: Yes, she told me she's studying how not to be an actress.
Roger Wendling: I see. Well, does she have any boyfriends?
Betsy Brown: Oh, yes, lots of them. There's Ole, the Martins, Jimmy and his Jazz Bandits...
Roger Wendling: No, I mean someone who takes her out to dinner. A sweetheart?
Betsy Brown: Oh, no. I guess she's just an old maid, like I was before you came along.

Betsy Brown: I used to be an orphan before Pop adopted me.
Roger Wendling: That is a coincidence, you know, I used to be an orphan myself!
Betsy Brown: It's too bad we weren't orphans at the same time. We could've had lots of fun together!

Betsy Brown: If you're looking for Miss Wendling, she isn't home. I'm waiting for her too, on important business.
Roger Wendling: Maybe if it's very important, I might put in a good word for you.
Betsy Brown: Oh! do you know Miss Wendling?
Roger Wendling: Oh, yes, very well. You see, she's my aunt.
Betsy Brown: She is? Well, say! Would you give her this
[handing him a child's piggy bank]
Betsy Brown: and tell her it's on account of the rent for the hotel?
Roger Wendling: The hotel? What hotel?
Betsy Brown: Next door.
Roger Wendling: Whom shall I say this is from?
Betsy Brown: From Betsy. No, from Pop, Mr. Shea.

Barbara Shea: Now don't you stay up listening to that music. You just shut your eyes and go right to sleep.
Betsy Brown: I'll shut my eyes, but it'll probably come in through my ears.

Jimmy Clayton: What is it, Pop?
William J. 'Pop' Shea: It's for Betsy. Perhaps you could come back tomorrow morning?
Detective: Sorry, old man, I don't like this any more than you do, but I got to take her back tonight.
Jimmy Clayton: But you can't take Betsy back to the orphan asylum! Know why? 'Cause Betsy ain't here! She's down south in dear old Dixie.
Flossie: Sure, visiting with my folks.
Jimmy Clayton: Oh, I wish I was in Dixie! Away, away!
Detective: Hey, are you crazy?
Jimmy Clayton: Yeah! Uh, no! You see, we don't want to lose Betsy. That's why I lied to you. She's up in her room.