Ball Player: A Rhubarb. It's a donnybrook... a dust-up...
Eric Yeager: [takes phone] Lady, you know what happens at a sale, when two women get hold of the same dress? THAT's a Rhubarb!
[slams phone down]

Eric Yeager: [to Rhubarb] Now listen ya lug, you're in the chips now, the blue chips. So stop acting like a goon squad. This is an okay dame. She doesn't want a nickel of your dough.
[to Polly]
Eric Yeager: stroke him very gently on his head.
Polly Sickles: Why, he doesn't even hiss.
Eric Yeager: You're now a member of the club.

Eric Yeager: How about some bait?
owner of the pet shop: I'm sorry sir, we have no meat department.
Eric Yeager: Meat? Golf balls is this cat's meat.