Alexander Andrews: Oh, er, do you mind if I ask you a question, frankly? Do you love my daughter? Peter Warne: Any guy that'd fall in love with your daughter ought to have his head examined. Alexander Andrews: Now that's an evasion! Peter Warne: She ...
[after Ellen stops a car by showing her leg] Ellie Andrews: Aren't you going to give me a little credit? Peter Warne: What for? Ellie Andrews: I proved once and for all that the limb is mightier than the thumb. Peter Warne: Why didn't you take off al...
Ellie Andrews: By the way, what's your name? Peter Warne: What's that? Ellie Andrews: Who are you? Peter Warne: Who me? [smiling] Peter Warne: I'm the whippoorwill that cries in the night. I'm the soft morning breeze that caresses your lovely face. E...
Peter Warne: I never did like the idea of sitting on newspapers. I did it once, and all the headlines came off on my white pants. On the level! It actually happened. Nobody bought a paper that day. They just followed me around over town and read the ...
Alexander Andrews: What's the matter, child? Aren't you happy? [Ellie clutches her father, sobbing] Alexander Andrews: I thought so. I knew there was something on your mind. There, there, there now. What's the matter? You haven't fallen in love with ...
Ellie Andrews: Aren't you gonna congratulate me? Peter Warne: What for? Ellie Andrews: Well, I proved once and for all that the limb is mightier than the thumb.
[Peter watches as Ellie dunks her donut] Peter Warne: Say, where'd you learn to dunk? In finishing school? Ellie Andrews: Aw, now don't you start telling me I shouldn't dunk. Peter Warne: Of course you shouldn't - you don't know how to do it. Dunking...
Alexander Andrews: [Alexander has figured out Ellie is in love with another man] Who is he? Ellie Andrews: I don't know very much about him, except that I love him. Alexander Andrews: Well, if it's as serious as all that, we'll move Heaven and Earth ...
Peter Warne: You know, I had you pegged right from the jump. Just a spoiled brat of a rich father. The only way you get anything is to buy it, isn't it? You're in a jam and all you can think of is your money. It never fails, does it? Ever hear of the...
Ellie Andrews: You think I'm a fool and a spoiled brat. Well, perhaps I am, although I don't see how I can be. People who are spoiled are accustomed to having their own way. I never have. On the contrary. I've always been told what to do, and how to ...
[as he walks Ellie down the aisle, Mr. Andrews talks to her] Alexander Andrews: You're a sucker to go through with this. That guy Warne is OK. He didn't want the reward. All he asked for was $39.60, what he spent on you. Said it was a matter of princ...
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? P...
Ellie Andrews: Outside of the fact that you don't like him you haven't got a thing against King. Alexander Andrews: He's a fake, Ellie. Ellie Andrews: He's one of the best flyers in the country. Alexander Andrews: He's no good and you know it. You ma...
[Peter makes a couple of "beds" from hay off of a haystack] Peter Warne: All right, come on. Your bed's all ready. Ellie Andrews: I'll get my clothes all wrinkled. Peter Warne: Well, then take 'em off. Ellie Andrews: What? Peter Warne: All right, don...
Joe Gordon: That's the way things go: you think you got a great yarn, and something comes along and messes up the finish - and there you are.
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.
Oscar Shapeley: You know, there's nothing I like better than to meet a high-class mama that can snap 'em back at ya. 'Cause the colder they are, the hotter they get. That's what I always say. Yes, sir, when a cold mama gets hot, boy, how she sizzles....
Peter Warne: Excuse me lady, but that upon which you sit is mine. Ellie Andrews: I beg your pardon?
