Bake Baker: As you said -- marriage would have ruined your career.
Sherry Martin: Well, I found out I was wrong.
Bake Baker: Maybe you were right. If you'd have married me, you wouldn't be working in a chop suey joint like this.
Sherry Martin: Well, I don't see any Admiral stripes on you!

Bake Baker: I asked that little girl to marry me.
Bilge Smith: What???
Bake Baker: She turned me down.
Bilge Smith: Imagine a guy asking a dame to marry him.

Connie Martin: [singing] Get thee behind me, Satan I want to resist. But the moon is low and I can't say "No". Get thee behind me. Get thee behind me, Satan I mustn't be kissed. But the moon is low and I may let go. Get thee behind me. Someone I'm mad about Is waiting in the night for me. Someone that I mustn't see. Satan, get thee behind me. He promised to wait. But I won't appear and he may come here. Satan, he's at my gate. Get thee behind me. Stay where you are. It's too late..

Connie Martin: [singing] The moon is high, the sky is blue. And here am I, but where are you? A night like this was meant for two. And I am here, but where are you? Have you forgotten the night that we met? With so much to remember how could you forget? The dreams I dream have yet to come true. My dreams and I are here, but where are you?

Connie Martin: Hey Sherry, how much does a Chief Petty Officer get?
Sherry Martin: Whatever he told you, just cut it in half.

Connie Martin: I don't know why -- I just seem to frighten them [men] away.
Sherry Martin: You look too darned intelligent. You know, it isn't that gentlemen really prefer blondes. It's just that we look dumber.

Connie Martin: It used to end up by my saying I'd be a sister to them. Now it begins by their saying they'll be a brother to me.
Sherry Martin: That's the difference between us. I make them say uncle.

Connie Martin: They're pretty aren't they? (as Blige stares at girls walking by) Oh, but I bet you're used to seeing pretty girls all over the world.
Bilge Smith: I never give them a tumble sister. Women don't interest me.

Bilge Smith: Hi ya Baby.
Connie Martin: Hello Sailor.
Bilge Smith: So you know my name.
Connie Martin: Sure. Haven't we met before?
Bilge Smith: Now that's what I should have said.
Connie Martin: No, but -- haven't we?
Bilge Smith: Not a chance! Think I could forget a face like yours?

Bilge Smith: I want something with spangles on it --- like that ex-partner of yours!