Cathy Timberlake: [Cathy is rushing off to meet Philip, over Connie's objections] Connie, this is terribly important to me. I've got to *prove* to him that I'm a woman!
Connie Emerson: [calls after her] Well, there are easier ways to do it. Send him your birth certificate!

Cathy Timberlake: [very drunk] Do you like the way I walk?
Philip Shayne: Poetry in motion.
Cathy Timberlake: I learned when I was a baby, been walking for years.

Cathy Timberlake: And I'm unstable. What kind of mother would I make for our children?
Philip Shayne: Well we'll try three or four if that doesn't work out, we'll breed poodles.

Cathy Timberlake: How would you feel? Here I am, he practically runs me down and then drives right away! And doesn't have the decency to apologise himself. Furthermore I have a job interview and have to go like this. He doesn't care.
Roger: Ohhh...
Cathy Timberlake: You know what I'd like to do?
Roger: Throw the money in his face?
Cathy Timberlake: Exactly! I'd like to throw that money right in his face.
Roger: Would you?
Cathy Timberlake: Yes, I would.
Roger: I've waited seven years for this moment. You come with me!

Cathy Timberlake: Where's the Manager?
Philip Shayne: I think he's hiding.

Connie Emerson: [talking to Cathy] For 2000 years we've had their children, washed their clothes, cooked their meals and cleaned their houses. And what did they give us in return? The right to smoke in public. We sold out for a cigarette - and you don't even smoke!

Connie Emerson: He's so low that when they bury him, they'll have to dig UP!

Connie Emerson: Men take one look at you and all of a sudden their wives don't understand them.

Mr. Everett Beasley: Oh! Well, Miss Timberlake, back again for a little of the taxpayers' money, hmm? So did you work last week?
Cathy Timberlake: No.
Mr. Everett Beasley: Are you available for work?
Cathy Timberlake: Yes.
Mr. Everett Beasley: Did you turn down any jobs?
Cathy Timberlake: No.
Mr. Everett Beasley: Are you busy tonight?
Cathy Timberlake: Yes.
Mr. Everett Beasley: If, in our opinion, the applicant hasn't exercised proper diligence in seeking employment, we can withhold payment of checks... Perhaps tomorrow night? There's a wonderful little diner round the corner from where I live and after dinner we could, uh, well... perhaps...
Cathy Timberlake: Go up to your apartment?
Mr. Everett Beasley: Well, I, uh...
Cathy Timberlake: If you want me to go up to your apartment, come out and ask. That way I can think about it and make a decision.
Mr. Everett Beasley: Would you like to stop off at my place?
Cathy Timberlake: May I have my check?
Mr. Everett Beasley: Oh. Of course. Well?
Cathy Timberlake: I would enjoy going out with you, Mr Beasley... if I didn't find you so personally distasteful. You're a sneaky, crude, offensive man. That's just how I feel. I'm sure there are hundreds of girls who admire those qualities.

Philip Shayne: The Four Horsemen now have a riding companion. There's War, Famine, Death, Pestilence, and Miss Timberlake!