- Phyllis Tredman: [upon meeting Alfredo the jockey] My, he's a cute little fella - reminds me of a doll I had when I was a child. Used to take it to bed with me.
- Alfredo Soriano: At your service, Señora.
- Phyllis Tredman: I didn't think you spoke English!
- Phyllis Tredman: You're not going to bet a thousand dollars on the horses!
- Lloyd Tredman: Well, I wouldn't dream of betting it on people!
- Phyllis Tredman: If you were a woman, I'd hire you as a paid companion.
- Toto del Aro: Why do I must be a woman for that?
- Phyllis Tredman: Otherwise, you'd be a gigolo.
- Toto del Aro: So? Sure.
- Phyllis Tredman: I can't afford a gigolo.
- [Toto is afraid of his first flying experience which has them over open water]
- Toto del Aro: It's all water down there.
- Lloyd Tredman: What'd you think the Mediterranean was, glue?
- [Phyllis and Lloyd's divorce has just been finalized]
- Lloyd Tredman: By the way, you didn't tell me what brought you to Europe.
- Phyllis Tredman: Oh, the usual. Looking for a husband.
- Paquita Heldon: What did that Smith man do to you?
- Lloyd Tredman: Nothing. Why?
- Paquita Heldon: You look disturbed.
- Lloyd Tredman: Naturally. You're a very disturbing lady!
- Phyllis Tredman: All those medals you won during the war for bravery - both wars - did you save them?
- Lloyd Tredman: [shrugging] Some place. I don't know.
- Phyllis Tredman: Well, throw them away. They'll only confuse you.
- Lloyd Tredman: Right now, Interpol is describing us to about sixteen different governments.
- Toto del Aro: It's too much attention. I'm not flattered.
- [Lloyd and Toto's prop plane is being chased by a military pursuit plane]
- Toto del Aro: [to Lloyd] You mind I make suggestion? Go faster.
- Toto del Aro: [Lloyd and Toto get out of the police car, Toto handing Lloyd his suitcase] Goodnight my friend, I call you tomorrow.
- Lloyd Tredman: Where are you going?
- Toto del Aro: [getting back in the car] Amigo. Best house guest in world knows when not to be.
- Lloyd Tredman: [after an air field worker backs into and bends his propeller] You butter-fingered poop!