- Mildred Low: What do you want at this unearthly hour?
- Warren A. Smith: Well, you see, it's almost eleven o'clock and I thought I could drop you off at the theater. You see, I'm taking a cab uptown to my bank.
- Mildred Low: Oh, that's so sweet of you, Mr. Smith, but I ain't workin' at the Gaiety no more. I dropped my last spangle for them boobs last night.