Cinzia Zaccardi: Will you assist me? This is the necklace my mother wore the night my father proposed to her.
Angelo Donatello: Proposed???
Cinzia Zaccardi: Uh huh. I never had it on before.
Angelo Donatello: Excuse me, I -- I just remembered something... My brother's very sick -- very, very sick. I was, uh, I was bringing him these flowers. That's why I came over to talk to you about. Really. My apologies. Forgive me. Shoot me -- but I'm not taking you to no dance!

Tom Winters: Are you worried that her intentions are honorable?
Angelo Donatello: Yeh. It worries me sick! Because I can feel myself just slipping right into community property!

Tom Winters: Cinzia, Cinzia!
David Winters: Ssshh! You'll wake her.
Tom Winters: That's exactly what I intend to do. I have to be at the office in 45 minutes now.
David Winters: Then just shake her a little.
Tom Winters: Uh, uh, uh. You shake her.
David Winters: What's the matter, you scared?
Tom Winters: Yes, I'm scared.

Tom Winters: I've never seen a man behave so stupidly!
Cinzia Zaccardi: Haven't you?

Tom Winters: She's a very nice girl, isn't she?
Angelo Donatello: Yeah, and that can louse up an evening faster than anything.

Tom Winters: You're hardly my idea of the faithful old family retainer, but you've got to stay. They want you. I've lost touch...