Tracy Lord: You're too good for me, George. You're a hundred times too good. And I'd make you most unhappy, most. That is, I'd do my best to.
Margaret Lord: Oh, dear. Is there no such thing as privacy any more? Tracy Lord: Only in bed, mother, and not always there.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Where's my wandering parakeet?
Tracy Lord: [a very drunk Tracy] My feet are made of clay. Made of clay, did you know? Good niiiggghhhttt little man!
Tracy Lord: [normal voice] Hello, Dexter. [lower voice] Tracy Lord: Hello, George. [high childish voice] Tracy Lord: Hello, Mike.
Macaulay Connor: My father was a history teacher. Tracy Lord: English history has always fascinated me. Robin Hood, Cromwell, Jack the Ripper. Where did he teach? Your father I mean.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: There's a cousin, Joanna, who's definitely crazy. Macaulay Connor: Who told you that. Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Dinah. Macaulay Connor: Well Dinah would know.
Tracy Lord: Hello you. Macaulay Connor: Hello. Tracy Lord: You look fine. Macaulay Connor: I feel fine.
Macaulay Connor: The prettiest sight in this fine pretty world is the privileged class enjoying its privileges.
Tracy Lord: I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy.
Macaulay Connor: Oh Tracy darling... Tracy Lord: Mike... Macaulay Connor: What can I say to you? Tell me darling. Tracy Lord: Not anything - don't say anything. And especially not "darling."
Macaulay Connor: It can't be anything like love, can it? Tracy Lord: No, no, it can't be. Macaulay Connor: Would it be inconvenient? Tracy Lord: Terribly.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: What's this room? I've forgotten my compass. Macaulay Connor: I'd say, south-by-southwest parlor-by-living-room.
Tracy Lord: I never knew such a man. Macaulay Connor: You're not likely to dear. Not from where you sit.
George Kittredge: [walks in on Tracy and Dexter together] Well, I suppose I should object to this twosome. C. K. Dexter Haven: That would be most objectionable.
C. K. Dexter Haven: [looking for the "hair of the dog"] Do you s'pose, sir, speaking of eye-openers...? Uncle Willie: Oh, that's the first sane remark I've heard today. C'malong, Dexter, I know a formula that's said to pop the pennies off the eyelids...
Tracy Lord: Put me in your pocket, Mike.
C. K. Dexter Haven: Of course, Mr. Connor, she's a girl who is generous to a fault. Tracy Lord: To a fault. C. K. Dexter Haven: Except to other people's faults.
