- Rev. John Hartley: How are you feeling?
- Polly: How do you expect?
- Rev. John Hartley: I came in as soon as the doctor would let me.
- Polly: How are you? Not that I care a hoot, but just to keep the conversation going.
- Rev. John Hartley: Very well, thank you.
- Polly: That's too bad.
- Rev. John Hartley: I want to tell you how sorry I am about the accident.
- Polly: That makes it unanimous.
- Polly: He knows what brings the shekels into the ticket wagon. And if I do say so, I shouldn't. What nature gave Mademoiselle Polly doesn't do any billboard a bit of harm.
- Polly: So you know what's beautiful, eh? I've been four years with this circus and nobody's complained about my figure yet.
- Rev. John Hartley: No? I'm not complaining either.
- Polly: Keeping your mind off women is like learning to pitch horseshoes by mail. You know how it's done, but can you do it?
- Polly: The little circus girl you've been so good to won't forget you - and the things you taught her. Haven't you noticed I ain't saying ain't anymore?
- Polly: You're just as nervous as I am.
- Rev. John Hartley: I'm not in the least bit nervous.
- Polly: What you looking for?
- Rev. John Hartley: My hat.
- Polly: It's in your hand. I'm glad you're not nervous.
- Polly: My heart went bumpety-bumpety-bump. Didn't your heart give even one little bumpety-bumpety-bump?
- Polly: I didn't suppose a girl had to be trained to be anybody's wife. I thought you just married them and got your training after.
- Polly: I just can't stand this sort of life. I'm dying on my feet here. I want to go somewhere where it's gay!
- Policeman: Hey you, there's a law in this town against posters of women without any clothes on.