David Huxley: You don't understand: this is *my* car! Susan Vance: You mean *this* is your car? *Your* golf ball? *Your* car? Is there anything in the world that doesn't belong to you? David Huxley: Yes, thank heaven, YOU!
Mrs. Random: Well who are you? David Huxley: I don't know. I'm not quite myself today. Mrs. Random: Well, you look perfectly idiotic in those clothes. David Huxley: These aren't *my* clothes. Mrs. Random: Well, where *are* your clothes? David Huxley:...
David Huxley: Now it isn't that I don't like you, Susan, because, after all, in moments of quiet, I'm strangely drawn toward you, but - well, there haven't been any quiet moments.
[Susan is stealing David's car from the golf course] Susan Vance: Now, don't lose your temper. David Huxley: My dear young lady, I'm not losing my temper. I'm merely trying to play some golf! Susan Vance: Well you choose the funniest places; this is ...
David Huxley: [Susan is collecting pebbles] Susan, what are you doing? Susan Vance: Pebbles. David Huxley: Pebbles? What for? Susan Vance: Well, I've heard that if you throw pebbles up against a window, the people think it's hail and then they come a...
Susan Vance: You mean you want *me* to go home? David Huxley: Yes. Susan Vance: You mean you don't want me to help you any more? David Huxley: No. Susan Vance: After all the fun we've had? David Huxley: Yes. Susan Vance: And after all the things I've...
David Huxley: How can all these things happen to just one person?
[David discovers the leopard in Susan's bathroom] David Huxley: Susan, you have to get out of this apartment! Susan Vance: I can't, I have a lease.
[reading letter about new leopard] Susan Vance: "He's three years old, gentle as a kitten, and likes dogs." I wonder whether Mark means that he eats dogs or is fond of them?
[last lines] Susan Vance: Oh, David, can you ever forgive me? David Huxley: I... I... I... Susan Vance: You can! And you still love me. David Huxley: Susan, that... that... Susan Vance: You do. Oh, David. David Huxley: Oh, dear. Oh, my.
Susan Vance: I won't leave you, David! I love you! David Huxley: What?
Susan Vance: You've just had a bad day, that's all. David Huxley: That's a masterpiece of understatement.
[Susan is pretending to be a mobster] David Huxley: Constable, she's making all this up out of motion pictures she's seen! Susan Vance: Oh, I suppose I saw you with that red-headed skirt in a motion picture ? Constable Slocum: There you are doc - ano...
Susan Vance: Now that's all perfectly clear, isn't it? Dr. Fritz Lehman: Yeah-No it *isn't* ! You see - she's going to give me an explanation... David Huxley: No no no and my dear sir, it never *will* be clear, as long as she's explaining it!
David Huxley: But Susan, you can't climb in a man's bedroom window! Susan Vance: I know, it's on the second floor!
David Huxley: Alice I think this one must belong in the tail. [referring to a bone he is holding] Alice Swallow: Nonsense. You tried it in the tail yesterday, and it didn't fit.
David Huxley: The only way you'll ever get me to follow another of your suggestions is to hold a bright object in front of my eyes and twirl it.
