Virginia:
Gee, Pony, Mac's a grand person.

Pony:
Well, he's gonna be awfully out of place among those Little Lord Fauntleroys they drag in here every Sunday. If you took all the hair off of their combined chests, you wouldn't have enough to make a wig for a grape.

Billie:
Would you loan me one of your brassieres?

Pony:
What for?

Billie:
Well you see, I haven't got one and I thought seeing as it's Christmas and everything, and I'm going on a house party and, well, when the maid unpacks my bag and finds I haven't got one, how do you think I'm going to feel?

Pony:
It's like putting a saddle on a pekingese but here it is.