[Millie is trying to seduce her boss Trevor Graydon, who has nicknamed her John]
Millie Dillmount: Do you have a mo?
Trevor Graydon: A what?
Millie Dillmount: A moment. I would just love to get a man's opinion of Rudolph Valentino.
Trevor Graydon: Huh?
Millie Dillmount: I mean, in The Sheik, he takes Agnes Ayres by brute force, and she enjoys it. She enjoys it... a lot. What is your opinion of brute force, Mr. Graydon?
Trevor Graydon: Well, I'm not for it. No, I'm not for it at all. No, that is not what women really want today. The late war has upset them. Now they are disillusioned. They yearn for truth. Give them a young man they can trust. Tom Sawyer, at twenty.
Millie Dillmount: I never read Tom Sawyer. Was he... sexy?
Trevor Graydon: He was only twelve!
Millie Dillmount: [seductively] So? If ya got it, ya got it.
Trevor Graydon: [shocked] Why John!

[Millie watches Mrs. Meers slap the two Chinese laundry men]
Millie Dillmount: [thinking to herself] Mrs. Meers certainly insists on a snowy wash!

[Referring to the elevator]
Miss Dorothy Brown: Oh, I love it! All you do in the Ritz elevator is go up and down!

[while making out in a car, Millie stops to explain her plans as Jimmy nuzzles her neck]
Millie Dillmount: I'm your equal. I'm going to meet you men on your own terms, cater to your craving for efficiency, learn to talk sports, tell jokes, smoke, drink, and yes, if I have to, I'll even kiss you back!