- [first lines]
- Horace Debussy 'Sach' Jones: D'Amour, D'Amour. Looks like the place, Chief.
- Terence Aloysius 'Slip' Mahoney: S'a brilliant seduction.
- Terence Aloysius 'Slip' Mahoney: Ay, dis looks like a very interestin' business.
- Horace Debussy 'Sach' Jones: Divine, huh-huh?
- Terence Aloysius 'Slip' Mahoney: Now dis is de kind of a racket I was cut out for. Sach, when we get in here, I want you to put on your best savior faire.
- [pronounced as "save your fare"]
- Horace Debussy 'Sach' Jones: We gotta save yours or we wouldn't have been here.
- Terence Aloysius 'Slip' Mahoney: [slaps Sach] Don't be funny. 'Savior faire' is a French proposition, and it means keep your trap... shut.
- [last lines]
- Lawyer: Pardon me, is Mr. Dumbrowski here?
- Louie Dumbrowski: Excuse me?
- Lawyer: Is Mr. Dumbrowski here?
- Louie Dumbrowski: I'm Mr. Dumbrowski.
- Lawyer: According to this deed here, dated March the 14th, 1881, said J. Arthur Bullrush or any of his descendants has full ownership for all time to come to any mineral or oil rights found on this property. In other words, Mr. Dumbrowski, you own the property but you do not own the minerals underneath the property. It's in your deed, in small print.
- Louie Dumbrowski: You mean that... in small print... I don't own the uranium?
- Lawyer: Precisely, Mr. Dumbrowski.
- Louie Dumbrowski: AAAAYI!
- [passes out]
- Sarah Dumbrowski: Doctor! Doctor Abrams! Come in. See what's the matter with Papa! Is... is it serious, Doctor? Is it serious?
- Dr. Abrams: What he needs is a nice long vacation.
- Louie Dumbrowski: Vacation! Ohhh!
- Horace Debussy 'Sach' Jones: Thought I was stupid, huh?
- Champ Fallon: No, Horace. Uh, "stupid" isn't quite the word for it.
- Horace Debussy 'Sach' Jones: Then don't use it.
- Terence Aloysius 'Slip' Mahoney: "Am I busy?" Dat's a very corrosive question. It also commands a very stimulating answer.
- Terence Aloysius 'Slip' Mahoney: What's a matter wid chu, Louie? What're you looking so indigenous about?
- Terence Aloysius 'Slip' Mahoney: Sach, Whitey, on your broad shoulders befalls the honor of fulfilling our first prescription.
- First Dowager: [at the opera] They say the soprano has a beautiful upper register.
- Whitey: I wonder how her gams are.