Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: [after George bites him] I don't know what got into him.
Aunt Mary Drexel: Quite obviously, your finger got into him.

Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: [singing] I've been bit on my finger! It could've been my leg! It could've been my head, I might've died! In a time of mortal peril, any man should expect that his family will come rushing to his side! What's wrong with that? What's wrong with that? My family rushing to my side, what's wrong with that?
John Lawless: [confused] Oh, not a thing, sir, I'm sure.
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: [singing] I'm a good-hearted husband, I'm generous and kind, no wife could have a life as free of cares! So when a good-hearted husband has been bit, it's only right, that his wife should share the agony he bears! What's wrong with that? What's wrong with that? I want my wife to share my life, what's wrong with that?
[walks away]
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: Cordelia!
John Lawless: [to the audience] Well now, that answers a whole slew o' questions, don't it?

Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: Cordelia, sometimes you amaze me!
Mrs. Cordelia Biddle: Well, I hope so, Anthony.

Miss Cordelia Biddle: Oh, no, I'm not getting married!
[runs out of room]
Angie Duke: Then I'm not either!

John Lawless: [singing] Well well well, let's 'ave a drink on it, as me father used to say! When the truth is nobly spoken, it's respect ye've got to pay! So fill yer cup an' lift it up and *clink*, here's how! No shilly-shallyin', no dilly-dallyin', let's 'ave a drink on it now!

John Lawless: [to camera] To have your alligators thaw out and your daughter forgive you all in the same bright morning, that's fortuosity.
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: [peering quizzically into the camera] John?
John Lawless: Sir?
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: Who are you talking to?
John Lawless: No one, sir.
Anthony J. Drexel Biddle: Well you know what they say about people who talk to themselves.
[starts to walk away then turn and peers at the camera again]
John Lawless: [winks at the camera]

John Lawless: Every bit of life is lit by fortuosity!

John Lawless: Now there's a gorgeous sight! Are you getting ready for a party, Mrs. Worth?
Mrs. Worth: [seriously] No, Mr. Biddle's on a chocolate cake diet.
John Lawless: I beg your pardon?
Mrs. Worth: He says it's the perfect food, containing "every essential element."

Angie Duke: [singing] Are we dancing, are we really here? Is this feeling something real, or will it disappear? Are we dancing, does the music soar? Was this lovely song I hear, ever heard before? Are your eyes confessing things I alone can see? Or is my imagination flying away with me? Are we dancing? Say, we really are! Then I'll know that I, reached into the sky, I reached into the sky, and touched a star!

Angie Duke: [singing] There's a shining city, west of here, where dreams are booming into gear... It's no humdrum nine-to-five town; it's a growing, going, bright-alive town! Golden sparks light up the skies there, like a thousand Fourth-of-Julys there! How I want to stake a claim in, roll my sleeves and make a name in... Detroit!
Miss Cordelia Biddle: Detroit?
Angie Duke: Michigan!
[sings]
Angie Duke: You can hear it humming, see it coming, feel it everywhere you go! It's tomorrow morning, the future dawning with a bright and shining glow! It's a land where golden chariots are molded out of dreams... Detroit! Detroit! Detroit! Detroit! It's Detroit!