Mr. Manleigh: Sadie may not realize it, but whether or not she thinks she's listening, she's being penetrated.
George Phipps: Good thing she didn't hear you say that.

Mrs. Finney: "Good night, Mother dear, and don't wait up." If a daughter of mine ever really talked like that I'd cut her tongue out!

Mrs. Finney: Can't we have peace in this house even on New Year's Eve?
Sadie: You got it mixed up with Christmas. New Year's Eve is when people go back to killing each other.

Mrs. Finney: Of all the times to quit a job, just before Christmas with all the bills due and five months due on the icebox!
Sadie: You got to make up your mind whether you want your kids happy or your icebox paid up.

George Phipps: The purpose of radio writing, as far as I can see, is to prove to the masses that a deodorant can bring happiness... a mouth wash guarantee success and a laxative attract romance.

Deborah Bishop: Have you any idea how much Lora Mae is in love with you?
Porter Hollingsway: [scornfully] No! How much?
Deborah Bishop: So much she's afraid to tell you, afraid you'd laugh at her.
Porter Hollingsway: Me laugh? She couldn't say it with a straight face. Lora Mae in love with me? It's all she can do to wait it out.
Deborah Bishop: Wait it out?
Porter Hollingsway: Yeah, like an annuity till it matures. Like a slot machine till it pays off. That's what she's waiting for. A chance to call it off, to collect. "The end of the line. Fares, please." Don't tell me about love and Lora Mae.

Deborah Bishop: Why is it that sooner or later no matter what we talk about... we wind up talking about Addie Ross?
Addie Ross: [off voice] Maybe it's because if you girls didn't talk about me you wouldn't talk at all.

Lora Mae Hollingsway: [who has just finished dressing for a date] How do I look?
Sadie: If I was you, I'd show more o' what I got. Maybe wear somethin' with beads.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: What I got don't need beads.

Lora Mae Hollingsway: All right, so I'm gonna disgrace the fair name of Finney. Wait till it snows and throw me out in the street.

Lora Mae Hollingsway: I've been a good wife. The best wife your money could buy.
Porter Hollingsway: Strictly cash and carry.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: Isn't that what you wanted? Isn't that what you told me? "Out in the open. You made a good deal, kid." Did you every stop to think, Porter, that in over 3 years there's one word we've never said to each other, even in fun?
Porter Hollingsway: To you, I'm a cash register. You can't love a cash register.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: And I'm part of your inventory. You can't love that, either.
Porter Hollingsway: I asked you to marry me because I was crazy about you.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: You didn't even ask me!
Porter Hollingsway: I've been a good husband. You got everything you want.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: If you'd only asked me, if you'd only made me feel like a woman instead of a piece of merchandise!
Porter Hollingsway: Did you give me a chance to? All you ever showed me was your price tag.