- Hopkins: The agency has promised to send a new maid this afternoon, miss. But they know that I am particular.
- Phyllis Carrington: Well if they find one to suit you, send her up.
- Julie: Suppose someone should find you here?
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: Why, where am I?
- Julie: In the maid's room.
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: Ohhh, shame on me. Shame on me.
- [He grabs her and kisses her]
- Waiter: Pardon me...
- Auriol Marsden: Oh, did I interrupt you?
- Waiter: No, I interrupted you.
- Auriol Marsden: Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Julie: But I wish to say a few other words to you, Lord Westover.
- Lord Westover: I always listen admiringly when lovely ladies speak, no matter what nonsense they talk.
- Julie: [to Lord Westover] But you don't think of them - only yourself. You're the most thoughtless, inconsiderate, selfish, egoistical party I have ever seen.
- Phyllis Carrington: The word is egotistical.
- Julie: Lord Westover, any girl who wastes her time on a married man is a fool. You think that too, don't you?
- Lord Westover: You have me there.
- Auriol Marsden: You see how it is. But father's after him with a razor, and I don't mean a safety razor.
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: I am not in love with you.
- Auriol Marsden: Oh, well, I guessed that. But I love you enough to overlook it.
- Auriol Marsden: I tell you, angel, you've got me. That's the truth.
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: You'd better be careful. There are squirrels in the park.
- Julie: You have an affection for Phyllis? You are truly her friend?
- Lord Westover: Certainly not. I'm not a friend of any woman. I just love 'em or I don't love 'em. No half measures.
- Auriol Marsden: Father can't stand Irving.
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: Oh, quite.. I mean, No?
- Auriol Marsden: I'm to be sent on a cruise around the world unless I give up Irving at once. So, we thought if I get engaged to you - just temporarily of course, it would throw father off the scent.
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: You thought that I'd lend myself to such a deception?
- Auriol Marsden: Yes.
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: You were right.
- Woman in restaurant: [as Rick carries passed out Auriol over his shoulder] Richard, celebrating your engagement?
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: Uh huh.
- Woman in restaurant: Well, bring her to tea one day.
- Mrs. Carrington: Hopkins, do you think we really need a new maid? I mean, uh, Daisy seems to be managing quite well alone.
- Hopkins: Yes, madame, with cook and me doing more than our share, and Daisy for getting angry.
- Lady Westover: Fact is, I heard you might be sailing on the Queen Mary tomorrow.
- Phyllis Carrington: Where did you hear that?
- Lady Westover: Uhm, secrets are very hard to keep, particularly from those most concerned.
- Phyllis Carrington: Concerned?
- Lady Westover: Oh, perhaps I should say, most interested.
- Phyllis Carrington: Darling, I'm flattered.
- Julie: Oh, but mademoiselle.
- Phyllis Carrington: Well?
- Julie: Suppose she has a gun? In paree, such a situation leads always to a gun.
- Phyllis Carrington: Nonsense, Julie. Bring us our tea as soon as you can manage it.
- Julie: Oh, it's ready, but...
- Phyllis Carrington: In America, these duels are fought over a tea table.
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: It's dangerous for a man to get engaged to one girl when he's already married to another.
- Julie: Oh, not so dangerous - if your wife doesn't mind.
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: Oh, Auriol's all right - she's a peach. But, uh, right now I'm a little allergic to peaches.
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: Here, what have you got in your mouth?
- Julie: Chewing gum - very American, no?
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: No!
- [He holds his hand out and she put her gum in it]
- Richard Carrington, Jr.: I can't help thinking something must have happened to dad, or he certainly would have down here.
- Julie: Maybe they have found out we have married each other and they are furious. You told me yourself they always wanted you to marry some other girl.
- Lady Westover: Of course, I realize you didn't know it, but my husband is sailing on the Queen Mary tomorrow too. Coincidence, isn't it?
- Phyllis Carrington: Disconcerting.
- Julie: [Setting the tea tray down] Tea?
- Lady Westover: Oh, how nice. I thought perhaps you might keep an eye on him for me.
- Phyllis Carrington: Really?
- Lady Westover: You know, he's always making violent love to some poor, pretty creature. Heh. Just a nuisance to me.
- Phyllis Carrington: Uhm, hmm, hmm, it must be.
- Lady Westover: Although, of course, he's perfectly sincere at the time, he recovers very quickly. The little fools don't know that.
- Phyllis Carrington: [Burns her finger on her cigarette] Ouch, oooh.
- Lady Westover: Darling, you're not burned badly?
- Phyllis Carrington: No.
- Lady Westover: Just singed a little.