Ellie: Aren’t you going to give me a little credit?
Peter: What for?
Ellie: I proved once and for all that the limb is mightier than the thumb.
Peter: Why didn’t you take off all your clothes? You could have stopped forty cars.
Ellie: Well, I’ll remember that when we need forty cars.

Ellie: Have you ever been in love, Peter?
Peter: Me?
Ellie: Yes. Haven’t you ever thought about it at all? It seems to me you, you could make some girl wonderfully happy.
Peter: Sure I’ve thought about it. Who hasn’t? If I could ever meet the right sort of girl. Aw, where you gonna find her? Somebody that’s real. Somebody that’s alive. They don’t come that way anymore. Have I ever thought about it? I’ve even been sucker enough to make plans. You know, I saw an island in the Pacific once. I’ve never been able to forget it. That’s where I’d like to take her. She’d have to be the sort of a girl who’d… well, who’d jump in the surf with me and love it as much as I did. You know, nights when you and the moon and the water all become one. You feel you’re part of something big and marvelous. That’s the only place to live… where the stars are so close over your head you feel you could reach up and stir them around. Certainly, I’ve been thinking about it. Boy, if I could ever find a girl who was hungry for those things…

Ellie: Outside of the fact that you don’t like him you haven’t got a thing against King.
Alexander: He’s a fake, Ellie.
Ellie: He’s one of the best flyers in the country.
Alexander: He’s no good and you know it. You married him only because I told you not to.
Ellie: You’ve been telling me what not to do ever since I can remember.
Alexander: That’s because you’ve always been a stubborn idiot,
Ellie: I come from a long line of stubborn idiots!

Peter: Say, where’d you learn to dunk? In finishing school?
Ellie: Aw, now don’t you start telling me I shouldn’t dunk.
Peter: Of course you shouldn’t – you don’t know how to do it. Dunking’s an art. Don’t let it soak so long. A dip and
[he stuffs the donut in his mouth]Peter: plop, in your mouth. You let it hang there too long, it’ll get soft and fall off. It’s all a matter of timing. Aw, I oughta write a book about it.
Ellie: [laughs] Thanks, professor.
Peter: Just goes to show you – twenty millions, and you don’t know how to dunk.
Ellie: Oh, I’d change places with a plumber’s daughter any day.

Ellie: You think I’m a fool and a spoiled brat. Well, perhaps I am, although I don’t see how I can be. People who are spoiled are accustomed to having their own way. I never have. On the contrary. I’ve always been told what to do, and how to do it, and when, and with whom. Would you believe it? This is the first time I’ve ever been alone with a man!
Peter: Yeah?
Ellie: It’s a wonder I’m not panic-stricken.
Peter: You’re doing alright.
Ellie: Thanks. Nurses, governesses, chaperones, even bodyguards. Oh, it’s been a lot of fun.

Peter: I never did like the idea of sitting on newspapers. I did it once, and all the headlines came off on my white pants. On the level! It actually happened. Nobody bought a paper that day. They just followed me around over town and read the news on the seat of my pants.

Peter: I want to see what love looks like when it’s triumphant. I haven’t had a good laugh in a week.

Alexander: Oh, er, do you mind if I ask you a question, frankly? Do you love my daughter?
Peter: Any guy that’d fall in love with your daughter ought to have his head examined.
Alexander: Now that’s an evasion!
Peter: She picked herself a perfect running mate – King Westley – the pill of the century! What she needs is a guy that’d take a sock at her once a day, whether it’s coming to her or not. If you had half the brains you’re supposed to have, you’d done it yourself, long ago.
Alexander: Do you love her?
Peter: A normal human being couldn’t live under the same roof with her without going nutty! She’s my idea of nothing!
Alexander: I asked you a simple question! Do you love her?
Peter: Yes! But don’t hold that against me, I’m a little screwy myself!

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