Eddie 'Ed' Fields: Say, when a guy like him marries a doll like you, I'll kiss your... foot... in Macy's window at high noon.

Eddie 'Ed' Fields: Ya daffy little tahmata, I'm bugs about ya. I'd marry ya myself, if I wasn't already married.

Joan Gordon, aka Francine La Rue: I've been up and down Broadway since I was fifteen years old. I'm fed up with hoofing in shows. I'm sick of night clubs, hustlers, bootleggers, chislers, and smart guys. I've heard all the questions and I know all the answers. And I've kept myself... fairly respectable through it all. The whole atmosphere of this street gives me a high-powered headache. I've got a chance to breathe something else, and boy, I'm grabbing it.
Eddie 'Ed' Fields: Pick up the marbles, hon, you win.
Joan Gordon, aka Francine La Rue: [Hands him some jewelry] By the way, here's a couplea trinkets I want to return to you. Might as well do it now.
Eddie 'Ed' Fields: Sure you don't want to keep this hardware?
Joan Gordon, aka Francine La Rue: Positive.
[Reaches into a drawer, takes out a key, and hands it to him]
Eddie 'Ed' Fields: All through playing house?
Joan Gordon, aka Francine La Rue: All through, Eddie. Thanks.
Eddie 'Ed' Fields: Well, so long kid. It was swell while it lasted.
Joan Gordon, aka Francine La Rue: [Almost smiling, softly] Yeah.
[Eddie turns and leaves]