Shopworn

Kitty Lane:
I hope you'll be interested in my collection of etchings, or whatever it is they hang on the walls here...

Kitty Lane:
[to her Uncle Fred, who runs a greasy spoon] Your thoughts are just like your kitchen ... dirty.

Toby:
[tries to grab Kitty's hand, but she pushes it away] Say Kit, won't you go to the show with me tonight?

Kitty Lane:
For what?

Toby:
Well, you can't do much with a crowd around.

Kitty Lane:
That's why I like crowds. [Fred calls out an order from the kitchen, and Kitty walks away.]

Toby:
[following her] But Kit, there's a lot of things I want to tell you.

Kitty Lane:
Only one, Toby. And the answer is "no."

Toby:
Don't you know any three-letter words?

Kitty Lane:
Nix!

Toby:
[good naturedly] Why you...

Toby's chum at diner #1:
Hey Toby, come on! We got places to go!

Toby's chum at diner #2:
Come on, cut the romance!

Toby's chum at diner #2:
[as the crowd of young men leaves en masse, with Toby] Boy, you couldn't lure a woman out of a burning building.

Kitty Lane:
[waiting on David at the diner] ... How come *you* never annoyed me?

David Livingston:
Well, I don't like to compete with the whole college.

Kitty Lane:
If I owned this joint I'd bust ya in the nose for that.

David Livingston:
[looking up from the book he has been studying] Yes, and if I were your brother instead of a customer here, I'd spank you. I'd like to finish this chapter.

Kitty Lane:
Well, go ahead, finish it someplace else where they burn incense or something.

David Livingston:
Alright, I will. I don't like this place anyhow. You may be hot, but the coffee's cold. [gets up to leave] Keep the change.

Kitty Lane:
[throws David's coin on the floor; then, under her breath:] Pinhead .... Nitwit ....

Kitty Lane:
[finds his hat on the chair] Hey, you forgot your hat. [runs after him] Hey stupid, you forgot your hat!

Judge Forbes:
[trying to bribe Kitty to give David up] I thought you'd prefer cash. Five thousand dollars. Merely for leaving town, immediately.

Kitty Lane:
[She looks down at the bills in his hand, and slowly raises her head with a look of anger and contempt in her eyes.] What are you trying to make of me--what you wish I was? Something cheap and common, something that money can buy? [her anger rising] Well, you can't. Nobody can! You and the nice, decent people who sent you here are the real cheap ones ... trying to put a price on something there isn't any price for. [almost hysterical now] If that's being decent, I'm glad I'm common! [crying and screaming] If that's being rich, I'm glad I'm cheap, and I'm gonna stay cheap! Because no matter how cheap I am, I'm not for sale! [She throws the money in his face and runs out.]

Mrs. Helen Livingston:
Tell her Mrs. Livingston is here.

Aunt Dot:
Oh... that won't do her headache any good.