- Bob Shelbourne: [they are in bed] I love you.
- Ginnie: [getting up abruptly] Oh, for God's sake! Why do people have to say they love you, just because you go to bed with them?
- Dad: I mean what is it that you actually do for living? Something to do with public relations, you said?
- Billa: Public relations! Oho, yes! Public relations! Public relations! Oh, and these are our badges of office
- [she tosses a doll across the room]
- Billa: and when I've been a particularly good girl and I've helped push through a particularly good deal, I get a special award; something soft, something feminine, something sexy
- [she hold up a negligee]
- Billa: .
- Dad: Sybilla! I want to know. What is it you do for a living?
- Billa: I had to drag that question out of you, didn't I?
- Compère: [to Tall Man in night club] How are you? Bit late. What's the weather like up there? Show him to a table, will you? Don't fall down, you'll be half way home!