Maggie Prescott:
She put herself in your place - all you have to do is put yourself in her place, and you're *bound* to bump into each other in somebody's place.
Maggie Prescott:
Let's give 'em the old pizazz!
Jo Stockton:
Take the picture, take the picture!
Dick Avery:
Every girl on every page of Quality has grace, elegance, and pizzazz. Now what's wrong with bringing out a girl who has character, spirit, and intelligence?
Dovitch:
That certainly would be novel in a fashion magazine.
Dick Avery:
Let me show you something.
[
Serving wine and speaking in a friendly tone]
Dick Avery:
Gentlemen: may I take this opportunity to tell you that you look like a mess of worms? And that you not only look like a mess of worms, but you ARE a mess of worms. And I'll bet you've been sitting at this table all these years because if you ever left it you'd be picked up on a vagrancy charge.
Old French men:
[
Nod and smile in enthusiastic agreement]
Dick Avery:
Your defense rests.
Dick Avery:
When I'm done, you'll look like...
Dick Avery:
What do you call beautiful? A tree. You'll look like a tree.
Jo Stockton:
I was taught that I ought not expose my inner senses...
Dick Avery:
You are mad, aren't you?
Jo Stockton:
No, I'm not mad. I'm hurt, and disappointed, and... and mad.
Jo Stockton:
I have no desire to be kissed.
Maggie Prescott:
[
to Marion, who is reading a comic book] Marion? Marion, dear... what are you reading?
Marion:
[
holds up comic book] "Minutemen from Mars"!
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