Mimi Glossop: I hope you like what I ordered. I've never had breakfast with two men before.
Guy Holden: I've tried it. It's no fun.

Guy Holden: Can I offer you anything? Frosted chocolate? Cointreau? Benedictine? Marriage?
Mimi Glossop: What was that last one?
Guy Holden: Benedictine?
Mimi Glossop: No, the one after that.
Guy Holden: Oh, marriage?
Mimi Glossop: Do you always propose marriage as casually as that?
Guy Holden: There is nothing casual about it. In fact, I've given it long and sincere thought.

Guy Holden: Chance is the fool's name for fate.

Aunt Hortense: You know, you're beginning to fascinate me, and I resent that in any man.

Egbert Fitzgerald: Guy, you're not pining for that girl!
Guy Holden: Pining? Men don't pine. Girls pine. Men just... suffer.

The Waiter: Whumsical is more Whimsical than Whamsical.

Mimi Glossop: [singing] Beautiful music... Dangerous rhythm... It's something daring, The Continental. A way of dancing that's really 'entre nous'. It's very subtle, The Continental, because it does what you want it to do. It has a passion, The Continental. An invitation to moonlight and romance. It's quite the fashion, The Continental, because you tell of your love while you dance. Your lips whisper so tenderly. Her eyes answer your song. Two bodies swaying, The Continental, and you are saying just what you're dreaming of. So keep on dancing, The Continental. For it's a song of romance and of love. You kiss while you're dancing... The Continental, it's continental. You sing while you're dancing. Your voice is gentle and sentimental. You stroll together arm in arm. You non-challantly glide along with grace and charm. You will find while you're dancing that there's a rhythm in your heart and soul -- a certain rhythm that you can't control and you will do the Continental all the time.

Mimi Glossop: He seemed so different.
Aunt Hortense: Oh there's nothing different about any of them -- except their neck ties.

Guy Holden: [singing] It's just like looking for a needle in a haystack. Searching for a moonbeam in the moon. Still I've gotta find you. It's just like looking for a raindrop in the ocean. Searching for a dewdrop in the dew. Still I've gotta find you. I'll roam the town in hope that we'll meet. Look at each face I pass on the street. Sometimes I feel the beat of your feet. But it's just imagination. Though it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Still I'll follow every little clue 'cause I've gotta find you.

Guy Holden: [singing] Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom-tom when the jungle shadows fall. Like the tick, tick, tock of the stately clock as it stands against the wall. Like the drip, drip, drip, of the raindrops when the summer show'r is through. So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you. Night and day. You are the one. Only you beneath the moon and under the sun. Whether near to me or far, it's no matter, Darling, where you are. I think of you night and day. Day and night. Why is it so? That this longing for you follows where-ever I go? In the roaring traffic's boom. In the silence of my lonely room. I think of you night and day. Night and day under the hide of me. There's an oh, such a hungry yearning, burning inside of me. And its torment won't be through til you let me spend my life making love to you. Day and night, night and day.