Rosemary:
I don't want to miss Boo's wedding. I've missed so many of my own.

Carleton Towne:
How are you fixed for money?

Carey Jackson:
As usual, I'm un-loaded.

Boo Brinker:
Oh no, don't! ...Give up, that is. It's very interesting. Nobody makes love like that in Indiana.

Linda Gilman:
By the way, our date *is* off, isn't it? When I didn't hear from you for three years, I leaped to that conclusion. You heel.

Linda Gilman:
You're being charming, reasonable and very boyish. Unless you've changed, that means you're about to drink someone's blood. Probably mine.

Carey Jackson:
Even when I was making love to you, I had the feeling that you were wondering what time it was.

Linda Gilman:
And, you have to forget I'm a woman.

Carey Jackson:
I will try: Linda Gilman is not a woman, Linda Gilman is not a woman. ...Have a cigar.

Linda Gilman:
Thanks... I'll smoke it after breakfast.