Mrs. Davidson:
She disturbed Mr. Davidson horribly last night. He despises women of that kind.

Dr. MacPhail:
The founder of our religion was not so squeamish.

Dr. MacPhail:
Well, to paraphrase an old saying, the situation has landed and has the Marines well in hand.

Mr. Davidson:
No, Doctor, moral standards can never be high enough. Especially here, where all of nature seems to conspire against us. Everything grows with a sort of savage violence; today you will see strange flowers where yesterday there were only roots.

Sadie:
That was a fast tour!

Sgt. O'Hara:
Most of the island's restricted.

Sgt. O'Hara:
There's enough sweat in the South Pacific to float a battleship.

Pvt. Edwards:
What do you want me to do, evaporate?

Sadie:
Relax, fellas, you'll burn out your bearings.

Sadie:
Come on in and get wrung out.

Sadie:
I'm so healthy it hurts.

Sadie:
Listen, when I want you I'll rattle your cage.

Mr. Davidson:
Men of science like Freud and Adler and Jung are destroying moral values by denying individual responsibility.

Sadie:
Oh, come off it you guys, I don't go for that dreaming stuff.

Sadie:
He'll find out what it means when I get mad!

Mr. Davidson:
I wasn't appointed to my job, I created it.

Governor:
I envy you.

Sadie:
Well, look me up in my little grass shack if you ever get to town.

Sadie:
Believe me, friendship lasts much longer than love.

Sgt. O'Hara:
Yeah, but it ain't as much fun.

Sgt. O'Hara:
I know you enough not to want to lose you.

Mr. Davidson:
You must accept your punishment for the life you've led.

Sadie:
My, my, doesn't the world look fresh and clean today. Look at that sky, as if not a thing was going on under it.