Madeleine: Here I was born, and there I died. It was only a moment for you; you took no notice.
Scotty: What's this doohickey?
Midge: It's a brassiere! You know about those things, you're a big boy now.
Scotty: I've never run across one like that.
Midge: It's brand new. Revolutionary up-lift: No shoulder straps, no back straps, but it does everything a brassiere should do. Works on the principle of the cantilevered bridge.
Scotty: It does?
Midge: An aircraft engineer down the penninsula designed it; he worked it out in his spare time.
Scotty: Kind of a hobby, a do-it-yourself kind of thing!
Madeleine: Only one is a wanderer; two together are always going somewhere.
Judy: Couldn't you like me, just me the way I am? When we first started out, it was so good; w-we had fun. And... and then you started in on the clothes. Well, I'll wear the darn clothes if you want me to, if, if you'll just, just like me.
Scotty: The color of your hair...
Judy: Oh, no!
Scotty: Judy, please, it can't matter to you.
Scotty: You shouldn't keep souvenirs of a killing. You shouldn't have been that sentimental.
Scotty: Midge, who do you know that's an authority on San Francisco history?
Midge: That's the kind of greeting a girl likes! Not this "Hello-you-look-wonderful" stuff, just a good straight "Who do you know that's an authority on San Francisco his--"