Natalio Curro: [referring to Dona Sol at the arena] If this is death in the afternoon, she is death in the evening.

John Fraser - blacksmith: I don't know what the Good Lord was about when he made a female out of a perfectly good rib.

Devlin: A man doesn't tell a woman what to do. She tells herself.

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.

Bake Baker: [about Bilge] He's stuck on that Iris Manning. Say, what's she like?
Sherry Martin: Anything in a uniform.

Daphne: How about that talent, huh? It's like falling into a tub of butter.
Joe: Watch it, Daphne!
Daphne: When I was a kid, Joe, I used to have a dream. I was locked up overnight in a pastry shop, and there was goodies all around. There was jelly rolls, and mocha eclairs, and sponge cake and Boston cream pie...
Joe: Look, Stoop...
Daphne: and cherry tart...
Joe: Stoop, listen to me! No butter, no pastry. We're on a diet!

Jerry: Will you look at that! Look how she moves! It's like Jell-O on springs. Must have some sort of built-in motor or something. I tell you, it's a whole different sex!

Bilge Smith: If you and your nautical nitwits in the liberty party are going to give the girls of 'Frisco their big break -- you better shove off. We've dropped anchor.

Bilge Smith: I want something with spangles on it --- like that ex-partner of yours!