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."
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.
Margaret Lord: We both might face the facts that neither of us has proved to be a very great success as a wife. Tracy Lord: We just picked the wrong first husband.
Macaulay Connor: I don't think you're being fair to me, Mr. Kidd. Sidney Kidd: No? Macaulay Connor: No. You're treating me like you treat all your other writers.
Macaulay Connor: [drunk, to driver] Well, this is where Cinderella gets off, now you hurry back to the ball before you turn into a pumpkin and six white mice, goodbye.
Tracy Lord: Only for the moment, I'm not interested in myself. C. K. Dexter Haven: Not interested in yourself, Red, you're fascinated. You're far and away your favorite person in the world.
Tracy Lord: [on her wedding day] Do you like my dress, Dinah? Dinah Lord: Oh, yes. Ever so much. Tracy Lord: Feels awfully heavy.
Sidney Kidd: Anyway, presented for the first time, quote: A wedding day inside mainline society. Macaulay Connor: Or what the kitchen maid saw through the keyhole. Unquote.
Dinah Lord: [describing her "dream" to Tracy] Do you know what I saw coming out of the woods? Tracy Lord: I haven't the faintest idea, a skunk?
George Kittredge: But a man expects his wife to... Tracy Lord: Behave herself. Naturally. C. K. Dexter Haven: To behave herself naturally. [George gives him a look] C. K. Dexter Haven: Sorry.
Tracy Lord: Dexter, say something. C. K. Dexter Haven: Well, I... Tracy Lord: Oh, Dexter, I'm such an unholy mess of a girl. C. K. Dexter Haven: Well, that's no good. That's not even conversation.
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.
C. K. Dexter Haven: I'm sorry, but I thought I better hit you before he did. He's in better shape than I am. Macaulay Connor: Well you'll do!
Macaulay Connor: [telling off Sidney Kidd, his boss] Quote: No hunter of buckshot in the rear is cagey, crafty Connor. Un-quote. Close paragraph. Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Close job. Close bank account.
[Liz screams as Uncle Willie pinches her on the rear] Macaulay Connor: Don't DO that! Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: I... I feel exactly as though I'd been pinched. Seth Lord: Don't you think you weren't.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: We've come for the body of Macaulay Connor. C. K. Dexter Haven: I'm so glad you came. Can you use a typewriter? Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: No, thanks, I've got one at home.
Uncle Willie: [leering at Liz] Ah Ms. Embry, you're a vision of lovliness. May I offer you a cocktail? Or champagne? Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Oh champagne, I've never had enough. Uncle Willie: You will... tonight.
Uncle Willie: [hung over, moans as the pony cart Dinah's driving hits a bump] Dinah Lord: What's wrong? Uncle Willie: Oh, nothing, nothing. My head just fell off, that's all.
Macaulay Connor: [drunk] I bring you greetings and Cinderella's slipper, champagne. Champagne is a great leveleler... leveleler. It makes you my equal. C. K. Dexter Haven: Not quite. Macaulay Connor: Well, almost my equal.
Macaulay Connor: [after Tracy has declined his last-minute marriage proposal] But they're in there! They're waiting! Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Don't get too conventional all at once, will you? There'll be a reaction.
Seth Lord: What most wives fail to realize is that their husband's philandering has nothing whatever to do with them. Tracy Lord: Oh? Then what has it to do with? Seth Lord: A reluctance to go grow old, I think.
