Jim Blandings: Then why don't you admit it? You were in love with Bill Cole!
Muriel Blandings: Oh don't be absurd. Of course I was in love with Bill. In those days I was in love with a new man every week.
Jim Blandings: Then why did you marry me?
Muriel Blandings: I'm beginning to wonder. Maybe it was those big cow eyes of yours, or that ridiculous hole in your chin. Maybe I knew you were going to bring me out to this $38,000 icebox with a dried up trout stream and no windows -- or maybe I just happened to fall in love with you, but for heaven's sake, don't ask me why!

Jim Blandings: What a morning! Bunny Funkhouser, blueberry pie and Wham!
Mary (secretary): How's that?
Jim Blandings: Oh nothing, Mary. Just a private joke between me and whoever's gonna be my analyst!

Jim Blandings: What do you think, Bill? Steal, huh?
Bill Cole: Humm... Steal's an understatement. Swindle might be a little more appropriate.

Muriel Blandings: Jim, I wish you wouldn't discuss money in front of the children.
Jim Blandings: Why not? They spend enough of it!

Bill Cole: Every time you get tight you weep on my shoulder about the advertising business -- how it forces a sensitive soul like yourself to make a living by bamboozling the American public. Well, I would say that a small part of that victimized group has now redressed the balance.