Phil Davis:
When what's left of you gets around to what's left to be gotten, what's left to be gotten won't be worth getting, whatever it is you've got left.

Doris:
Well how do you like that? Not so much as a "kiss my foot" or "have an apple".

Bob Wallace:
How do you do?

Doris:
Mutual, I'm sure.

Phil Davis:
I want you to get married. I want you to have nine children. And if you only spend five minutes a day with each kid, that's forty-five minutes, and I'd at least have time to go out and get a massage or something.

Phil Davis:
That's very funny. Ho, ho, ho. The crooner is becoming the comic.

Phil Davis:
How can a guy that ugly have the nerve to have sisters?

Bob Wallace:
Very brave parenting.

Bob Wallace:
Oh, Phil, when are you going to learn that girls like that are a dime a dozen?

Phil Davis:
Please, don't quote me the price when I haven't got the time.

Bob Wallace:
You don't expect me to get serious with the kind of characters you and Rita have been throwing at me, do you?

Phil Davis:
Well, there have been some nice girls, too, you know.

Bob Wallace:
Oh yeah, yeah. Like that nuclear scientist we just met out in the hall.

Phil Davis:
All right, they didn't go to college. They didn't go to Smith.

Bob Wallace:
Go to Smith? She couldn't even spell it.

Phil Davis:
In some ways, you're far superior to my cocker spaniel.

Phil Davis:
Give me one reason, one good reason, why we should spend our last 2 hours in Florida looking at the sister's of Freckle-Face Haynes, the dog-faced boy.

Bob Wallace:
Let's just say we're doing it for an old pal in the army.

Phil Davis:
Well, it's not good, but it's a reason.

Phil Davis:
It's cozier, isn't it? Boy, girl, boy, girl.

Phil Davis:
Mr. Wallace was just saying how remarkable it was that Benny Haynes sisters should have eyes...

Phil Davis:
...I mean, blue eyes. That is eyes...

Bob Wallace:
Nice out.

Betty Haynes:
What is this? The best two outta three?

Judy Haynes:
I guess I got carried away.

Phil Davis:
Yeah, she carried me right with her - I don't weigh very much.

Judy Haynes:
We're booked for the holidays.

Phil Davis:
Vermont, huh?

Judy Haynes:
Oh, Vermont should be beautiful this time of year, with all that snow.

Phil Davis:
Yeah, you know something... Vermont should be beautiful this time of year, with all that snow.

Judy Haynes:
That's what I just said.

Phil Davis:
We seem to be getting a little mixed up.

Judy Haynes:
Maybe it's the music.

Phil Davis:
Maybe it isn't only the music.

Bob Wallace:
Miss Haynes, if you're ever under a falling building and someone offers to pick you up and carry you to safety, don't think, don't pause, don't hesitate for a moment, just spit in his eye.

Betty Haynes:
What did that mean?

Bob Wallace:
It means we're going to Vermont.

Phil Davis:
How much is "wow"?

Bob Wallace:
It's right in between, uh, "ouch" and "boing".

Phil Davis:
Wow!

Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
There's no Christmas in the Army!

Bob Wallace:
When I figure out what that means I'll come up with a crushing reply.

Phil Davis:
We like to take care of our friends.

Betty Haynes:
But we're practically strangers!

Phil Davis:
Uh, we like to take care of that too.

Betty Haynes:
But I don't understand. Why are you doing this? I mean, what's in it for you?

Phil Davis:
Forty-five minutes all to myself.