Roger Thornhill: How does a girl like you get to be a girl like you?
Eve Kendall: Lucky, I guess.

Roger Thornhill: I didn't realize you were an art collector. I thought you just collected corpses.

Ticket Seller: (to Thornhill, who is wearing sunglasses to hide his identity) Something wrong with your eyes?
Roger Thornhill: Yes, they're sensitive to questions.

Phillip Vandamm: Has anyone ever told you that you overplay your various roles rather severely, Mr. Kaplan?

Harvey Greenfield: I was reading the other day, a dentist in New Jersey has topless nurses.
Stephanie: I didn't know you were interested in reading.

Stephanie: Well... I am no sex goddess, but I haven't spent my life up on a tree.

Sugar: Believe it or not, Josephine predicted the whole thing.
Daphne: Yeah, this is one for Ripley.

Sugar: Oh Josephine! The most wonderful thing happened!
Josephine: What?
Sugar: Guess.
Josephine: They repealed prohibition?
Daphne: Oh come now, you can do better than that.

Oscar Shapeley: What's a matter sister? You ain't sayin' much.
Ellie Andrews: It seems to me you're doing excellently without any assistance.

Ellie Andrews: Your ego is absolutely colossal.
Peter Warne: Yeah, yeah, not bad, how's yours?
[Shuts and locks the door]
Ellie Andrews: You know, compared to you, my friend Shapeley's an amateur. Just whatever gave you any idea I'd stand for this?
Peter Warne: Say now, wait a minute. Let's get this straightened out right now. If you're nursing any silly notion that I'm interested in you, forget it. You're just a headline to me.
Ellie Andrews: A headline? You're not a newspaper man are you?
Peter Warne: Chalk up one for your side.