Ella: Do the tropics always smell like this?
[runs back to the woman whose hair has just burned]

Skid Johnson: How about meeting me on the dock, under the moon?
Marguerite 'Maggie' King: What if there isn't a moon?
Skid Johnson: I'll meet you under the dock!
Skid Johnson: No kiddin- how about you and me going places tonight when your boat gets in? Okay?
Marguerite 'Maggie' King: No kiddin- how about you scram until I've seen some of the scenery down here.
Skid Johnson: I AM the scenery down here. I'm Skid Johnson, the one man army. Ask anybody.

Skid Johnson: I'm all washed up in the army. This is my last day. Say, there's an idea - we oughta celebrate.
Marguerite 'Maggie' King: Yeah, the army will probably do the celebrating!