Maggie Prescott: She put herself in your place - all you have to do is put yourself in her place, and you`re *bound* to bump into each other in somebody`s place.
Maggie Prescott: Let`s give `em the old pizazz!
Jo Stockton: Take the picture, take the picture!
Dick Avery: Every girl on every page of Quality has grace, elegance, and pizzazz. Now what`s wrong with bringing out a girl who has character, spirit, and intelligence? Dovitch: That certainly would be novel in a fashion magazine.
Dick Avery: Let me show you something. (Serving wine and speaking in a friendly tone) Dick Avery: Gentlemen: may I take this opportunity to tell you that you look like a mess of worms? And that you not only look like a mess of worms, but you ARE a mess of worms. And I`ll bet you`ve been sitting at this table all these years because if you ever left it you`d be picked up on a vagrancy charge. Old French men: (Nod and smile in enthusiastic agreement) Dick Avery: Your defense rests.
Dick Avery: When I`m done, you`ll look like... Dick Avery: What do you call beautiful? A tree. You`ll look like a tree.
Jo Stockton: I was taught that I ought not expose my inner senses...
Dick Avery: You are mad, aren`t you? Jo Stockton: No, I`m not mad. I`m hurt, and disappointed, and... and mad.