Swing High, Swing Low

Skid Johnson:
I'm all washed up in the army. This is my last day. Say, there's an idea - we oughta celebrate.

Marguerite 'Maggie' King:
Yeah, the army will probably do the celebrating!

Skid Johnson:
How about meeting me on the dock, under the moon?

Marguerite 'Maggie' King:
What if there isn't a moon?

Skid Johnson:
I'll meet you under the dock!

Skid Johnson:
No kiddin- how about you and me going places tonight when your boat gets in? Okay?

Marguerite 'Maggie' King:
No kiddin- how about you scram until I've seen some of the scenery down here.

Skid Johnson:
I AM the scenery down here. I'm Skid Johnson, the one man army. Ask anybody.

Ella:
Do the tropics always smell like this? [runs back to the woman whose hair has just burned]

Cloakroom Attendant:
Check your coat?

Harry:
Yes please. [takes off overcoat, revealing a second one underneath]

Cloakroom Attendant:
[to her assistant] Oh, there's one for you too!

Marguerite 'Maggie' King:
You wouldn't want him running around New York in ice cream pants, would you?

Murphy:
I wouldn't want him running around New York at all.