Sam: You must remember this / A kiss is still a kiss / A sigh is just a sigh / The fundamental things apply / As time goes by. / And when two lovers woo, / They still say, "I love you" / On that you can rely / No matter what the future brings-...
Rick: [rushing up] Sam, I thought I told you never to play-...

Professor Henry Higgins: I've grown accustomed to her face.

Lucky Garnett: Some day, when I'm awfully low, when the world is cold, I will feel a glow just thinking of you... And the way you look tonight. Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm and your cheeks so soft. There is nothing for me but to love you, and the way you look tonight. With each word your tenderness grows, tearing my fear apart... And that laugh that wrinkles your nose, touches my foolish heart. Lovely ... Never, ever change. Keep that breathless charm. Won't you please arrange it? 'Cause I love you ... and the way you look tonight.

Lucky Garnett: Please teacher, teach me something. Nice teacher, teach me something. I'm as awkward as a camel, that's not the worst... My two feet haven't met yet, but I'll be teacher's pet yet, 'cause I'm gonna learn to dance or burst. Nothing's impossible I have found, for when my chin is on the ground, I pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again. Don't lose your confidence - if you slip, be grateful for a pleasant trip and pick yourself up, dust yourself off and start all over again. Work like a soul inspired, till the battle of the day is won. You may be sick and tired, but you'll be a man, my son! Will you remember the famous men, who had to fall to rise again? So take a deep breath, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again. I'll get some self assurance if your endurance is great. I'll learn by easy stages if you're courageous and wait. To feel the strength I want to-- I must hang on to your hand. Maybe by the time I'm fifty I'll get up and do a nifty... Nothing's impossible I have found, for when my chin is on the ground, I pick myself up, dust myself off, start all over again.

Lucky Garnett: A fine romance, with no kisses. A fine romance, my friend, this is. We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes. But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes. A fine romance, you won't nestle. A fine romance, you won't wrestle. I've never mussed a crease in your blue serge pants. I never had the chance. This is a fine romance. A fine romance, my good fellow. You take romance. I'll take jello. You're calmer than the seals in the Arctic Ocean. At least they flap their fins to express emotion. A fine romance, with no quarrels, with no insults, and all the morals. You're just as hard to land as the Ile de France. I never get the chance. This is a fine romance. A fine romance, with no kisses. A fine romance, my friend, this is. True love should have the thrills that a healthy climb has. We don't have half the thrills that "The March of Time" has. A fine romance, with no clinches. A fine romance, with no pinches. You never give the orchids I send a glance. No, you like cactus plants. This is a fine romance.

Jerry Travers: Heaven, I'm in heaven and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak. And I seem to find the happiness I seek when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek. Heaven, I'm in heaven and the cares that hung around me through the week. Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak when we're out together dancing (swinging) cheek to cheek. Oh I love to climb a mountain and reach the highest peak but it doesn't thrill me half as much as dancing cheek to cheek. Oh I love to go out fishing In a river or a creek but I don't enjoy it half as much as dancing cheek to cheek. Dance with me -- I want my arms about you. That charm about you will carry me through... to heaven, I'm in heaven and my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek when we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

Jerry Travers: The weather is frightening. The thunder and lightning seem to be having their way. But as far as I'm concerned, it's a lovely day. The turn in the weather will keep us together. So I can honestly say, that as far as I'm concerned, it's a lovely day... And everything's okay. Isn't this a lovely day to be caught in the rain? You were going on your way, now you've got to remain. Just as you were going, leaving me all at sea, The clouds broke, they broke and oh what a break for me. I can see the sun up high, though we're caught in a storm. I can see where you and I could be cozy and warm. Let the rain pitter patter but it really doesn't matter if the skies are gray. Long as I can be with you, it's a lovely day.

Jerry Travers: By the Adriatic waters, Venetian sons and daughters are strumming a new tune upon their guitars. It was written by a Latin, a gondolier who sat in his home out in Brooklyn and gazed at the stars. He sent his melody across the sea to Italy, and we know they wrote some words to fit that catchy bit and christened it The Piccolino. And we know that it's the reason why everyone this season is strumming and humming a new melody. Come to the Casino -- and hear them play The Piccolino. Dance with your bambino to the strains of the catchy Piccolino. Drink your glass of vino and when you've had your plate of scallopino, make them play the Piccolino, the catchy Piccolino. And dance to the strains of that new melody, the Piccolino.

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.

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.