- Ballister: Time you loosened up a bit. It's taken you longer than it takes most of them to give me a tumble. Come on now, Baby, chuck the high hat.
- Judith Denning: Did you think I was singing for you?
- Ballister: Trying to get the old man's goat, huh? What's the matter, don't he care for music?
- Ballister: Quit kidding yourself, pal. You could do a lot worse in this hole than give me a tumble. I've had my eye on you ever since I stepped on this tub. Yeah, and you've known I'm here too, haven't you? Come on, now, say it. I've watched those big eyes of yours. And other things. What d'ya say, baby, huh? OK?
- Ballister: What's the matter? You afraid of Prin? Forget it, I can handle that bloater with one finger. One finger.
- Judith Denning: You think so?
- Ballister: Yeah, I'm telling ya.
- Judith Denning: Do you wanna know something?
- Ballister: Yeah, I'm listening.
- Judith Denning: You'll go under like all the others.
- Judith Denning: How would you know a brave man, Prin; you're a coward. How would you know a truthful man; you're a liar.
- Horace H. Prin: And 'ere, you greasy beggars, you 'ave the honour of beholding Mrs Prin. She's been Mrs Horace Prin for a little matter of ten days now.
- [Kisses her hand - she restrains a wince]
- Horace H. Prin: She's lovely, ain't she?
- Horace H. Prin: Denning? Bit o' scandal, wasn't there, when 'er 'usband grew tired of living? From all accounts, a lady of a 'ighly romantic disposition.