Tommy Randall: Do you think your mother would mind if you joined us in a soup bone?
Barbara Stewart aka Ching-Ching: I haven't got any mother.
Tommy Randall: Well, then, your father, or family?
Barbara Stewart aka Ching-Ching: I haven't any family. I haven't even got Chang.
Tommy Randall: Who's Chang?
Barbara Stewart aka Ching-Ching: He brought me here from Sanchow, and then he ran away with my money.
Sherry Martin: Honey, why don't you admit it, you're lonesome. Some men aren't half bad.
Connie Martin: I don't know why? I just seem to frighten them away.
Sherry Martin: You look too darn intelligent. You know, it isn't that gentlemen really prefer blondes, it's just that we look dumber.
John Ellman: Why did you have me killed?
Longfellow Deeds: What puzzles me is why people seem to get so much pleasure out of hurting each other. Why don't they try liking each other once in a while?
Radio: Calling all cars. Calling all cars. Report to your stations for further instructions. That is all.
Mother: I wonder if they found my little boy?
Radio: No we didn't, lady.
Fanny Brice: If I can give Belasco four dollars for silk stockings made of cotton, I can give Ziegfeld a little more for a mink coat made of skunk.
Calamity Jane: Tip your hat when you speak to a lady.
Wild Bill Hickok: I will... when I speak to a lady.
"Mush" Tracy: Where will we find the Rear Admiral?
Captain Dingby: In the front office.
Mary Blake: I'm going to stay.
Father Mullin: That's right. You're in probably the wickedest, most corrupt city, most Godless city in America. Sometimes it frightens me. I wonder what the end's going to be. But nothing can harm you if you don't allow it to because nothing in the world, no-one in the world, is all bad.
Charlie Chan: Very old Chinese wise man once say, "Madness twin bvrother of genius because each live in world created by own ego. One sometimes mistaken for the other."
A factory worker: Where do you live?
A gamin: No place - anywhere.
Mrs. Lyons: Believe me, Donna, ten million at the altar is worth twenty million in the bush.
Roxana: I don't suppose any man has ever understood any woman since the beginning of things. You don't understand our imaginations.
Sweeney Todd: May I polish you off sir?