- Winner's Announcer: In the back stretch, Johnny Rapid, by three links. And Mr. McGillicuddy still gaining steadily. The boy is giving him the whip and - there he goes. Passing Sabotage, Dingleberry and Miracle Mile.
- Steve Canfield: Let me get this straight. You mean you want to stay in *my* suite?
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Oh, I'd be very grateful, Mr. Canfield.
- Steve Canfield: Well, in that case, honey, by all means stay.
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Honey?
- Steve Canfield: If he delivers, its clover for the rest of his days. If he doesn't, well, we're just a couple of washed up gypsies.
- Steve Canfield: That buys you a dinner tonight, beautiful. Only, take off those pants and put on a dress that can throw a few curves at me.
- Hilda Spotts: I think you're pretty too.
- Wallace Mason: I'm looking for a small gentleman with broken glasses, smooth shaven, dark suit, rubbers.
- Steve Canfield: About Stems - I mean, Miss Spotts - I used to call her Stems because she had skinny legs - once.
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Oh! Just because we're saying goodbye we mustn't become sentimental.
- [Steve takes Dr. Wotters in his arms and kisses her]
- Dr. Ann Wotters: According to the best of authorities, the primal urge that finds expression in kissing is -
- [kiss]
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Purely an animal instinct, inherited from our savage forebearers -
- [kiss]
- Dr. Ann Wotters: The desire to establish physical contact with someone who - arouses their emotional interests. So primitive!
- [kiss]
- Dr. Ann Wotters: And if we were to surrender to our - basic impulses -
- [kiss]
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Oh, darling!
- Hilda Spotts: I'm not going to marry any man who's in love with another woman - and that's final! At least for tonight. Tomorrow? Who knows.
- Steve Canfield: Who knows anything?
- Bartender Skelly: Bad day at the races, trouble with a lady friend - not rye, sir. Here, try this.
- Steve Canfield: What's in it?
- Bartender Skelly: One-third rum, one-third gin, some sweet vermouth, a shot of bourbon, a little cream, and a half a glass of beer!
- Bartender Skelly: You've been to the races - haven't you? With a lady?
- Steve Canfield: It shows on me, I guess.
- Bartender Skelly: Pretty unreliable - horses.
- Steve Canfield: Sometimes.
- Bartender Skelly: And women, too. Hard to get along with.
- Steve Canfield: Practically all the time.
- Dr. Homer Pecke: I imagine he'll be glad to see you, with or without special trimmings. But, women have they're own ideas about such things, haven't they? Scientist or not.
- Steve Canfield: Stems, what causes a man to pass up a really great gal like you and fall in love with a shelf of books?
- Hilda Spotts: The book shelf is the one with the cool face and the warm figure. What's wrong with her?
- Steve Canfield: Oh, nothing. Nothing. But, what would a man like me be doing - married to an encyclopedia?
- Hilda Spotts: An encyclopedia with a shape like that?
- Hilda Spotts: Don't tell me this is brandy?
- Bartender Skelly: No, ma'am. Brandy sharpens, stimulates. I recommend this, Miss Spotts. Something to bring out the low, sweet tones.
- Hilda Spotts: If I wanted the low, sweet tones, I'd get a cello. Give me some brandy.
- Hilda Spotts: Can you imagine anything more colorless than marrying a man you've known all your life? Still, you gotta have someone around to do the heavy work.
- Steve Canfield: What's wrong with this, Stems? Ol' lady destiny comes along bearing gifts, we don't know enough to take 'em.
- Dr. Pembroke: Gentlemen, this is rare hospitality, in deed. In toasting our good host, I quote from the immortal words of Stephen Foster: Doo-dah. End of quote.
- Hilda Spotts: Say please, baby.
- Steve Canfield: Please.
- Hilda Spotts: Please, baby!
- Steve Canfield: Baby!
- Dr. Pembroke: Attractive woman, isn't she?
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Yes. Very.
- Dr. Pembroke: An aggressive type. Probably couldn't accept defeat easily.
- Dr. Ann Wotters: I understand she excels in wrestling.
- Hilda Spotts: Doctor, eh, Rivers, isn't it?
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Wotters, Miss Potts.
- Hilda Spotts: Wotters, of course. Spotts is mine.
- Steve Canfield: [kiss] I can do with a lot of those, peaches.
- Hilda Spotts: Hurry back, won't you, honeykins?
- Dr. Pembroke: Of course, its occurred to you Ann, that after you asked Mr. Canfield to leave the other night, wouldn't he be more or less within his rights in seeking the company of - someone else?
- Dr. Ann Wotters: He was in such a hurry to get to someone else, it's a wonder he didn't break a leg!
- Dr. Homer Pecke: Don't you think its about time you were getting around with some - nice young man?
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Oh, that'll happen eventually, I'm sure.
- Dr. Homer Pecke: Oh, of course, a professorship is surely worthwhile; but, there's a lot to be said for the science of raising a couple of good healthy children, too.
- Dr. Pembroke: We've great news. Dr. Collyer and I have created a metal alloy that will withstand a temperature of 2,000 degrees fahrenheit.
- Dr. Gurke: Do you realize what that means? Unlimited power for the compulsion of rockets! The eventual annihilation of space and time!
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Oh, that's wonderful.
- Dr. Collyer: Attired in this thingamabob, you're positively fetching.
- Dr. Gurke: For once, Dr. Collyer, your mouth is full and you said it!
- Dr. Ann Wotters: I'm afraid my change to something informal has aroused your imaginations, gentlemen.
- Steve Canfield: Hello, Sugar. Do you come with the room?
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Well, that's what I wanted to talk to about.
- Steve Canfield: Now, look, sweetheart, you add up to what the doctor ordered. But, I'm just a city boy who's afraid of wild flowers. Catch on?
- Dr. Ann Wotters: What on earth are you talking about?
- Steve Canfield: Merely my way of saying it's time to - chase along baby.
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Didn't the manager tell you about me?
- Steve Canfield: No.
- [looks Ann over]
- Steve Canfield: No, I guess he wanted to surprise me.
- Steve Canfield: All a man has to do is to concentrate on something with the right appeal - and that's you Stems.
- Hilda Spotts: You're not so hard to take, yourself.
- Hilda Spotts: Beat it, Skelly! Am I a woman or not? Isn't possible that I might want the comfort of a man, sometimes, yours. I said, beat it, Skelly!
- Hilda Spotts: [on the ground with Steve] We were just going to build a campfire and toast some marshmallows. Do join us, Doctor?
- Dr. Ann Wotters: I hate marshmallows.
- Hilda Spotts: This isn't something that happened over night, you know. Steve and I have known each other for years.
- Dr. Ann Wotters: It took him a long time to discover you. What did you use to open his eyes? Your horse?
- Dr. Ann Wotters: I'm not breaking in at the wrong time, am I? Oh, don't you just hate the sort of person who bounces in just as you're about to whisper intimate things?
- Dr. Homer Pecke: I'm afraid, gentlemen, it's a simple error in addition. Two plus two makes four.
- Dr. Collyer: Addition? I told you to stick to relativity and differential calculus!
- Dr. Ann Wotters: Great lover, isn't he, Miss Spotts?
- Hilda Spotts: Sorry I had to take him away from you.