Gladys (about Queen Marie): What's she got that I haven't got?
Howard (to Scott): When a queen writes poetry, that poetry is news.
Pinky: I see you're getting rough with the customers again.
Scott: They're rough customers.
Chris: What'd I do?
Scott: Saved me from taking root in this chair.
Dormer: I wasn't in a very cautious mood yesterday.
Scott: That was obvious.
Scott: Some of my best friends are policemen. One anyway.
Scott (to Marlowe): Hoods and poets. Nothing like having variety in clientele.
Dormer: I give you Scott Norris--finder of undiscovered geniuses, slayer of Philistines, and knight of the typewriter.
Dormer: You're good to me, Helen. Always good to me. Why do you want me to be sober? This is no time to be sober.
Switolski (to Dormer): I don't know whether to pat you on the back or poke you in the nose.
Dorothy Provine sings She's the Girlfriend You're Dyin' to Meet and Ain't She Sweet?