Jo Stockton: I have no desire to be kissed.

Jo Stockton: I was taught that I ought not expose my inner senses...

Jo Stockton: Take the picture, take the picture!

Dick Avery: Let me show you something.
[Serving wine and speaking in a friendly tone]
Dick Avery: Gentlemen: may I take this opportunity to tell you that you look like a mess of worms? And that you not only look like a mess of worms, but you ARE a mess of worms. And I'll bet you've been sitting at this table all these years because if you ever left it you'd be picked up on a vagrancy charge.
Old French men: [Nod and smile in enthusiastic agreement]
Dick Avery: Your defense rests.

Dick Avery: When I'm done, you'll look like...
Dick Avery: What do you call beautiful? A tree. You'll look like a tree.

Dick Avery: You are mad, aren't you?
Jo Stockton: No, I'm not mad. I'm hurt, and disappointed, and... and mad.