- Kip Tarleton: [upon arriving] Say, this is some party.
- Jerry Tyler: My boy, this is what you call a "coming out" party. Everybody comes out of it with a hangover. So step right in and...
- Drunk Woman: [approaching Jerry and hanging her arm around him] I thought you were going to show me the swimming pool.
- [the drunk woman makes eyes at Jerry and walks away]
- Jerry Tyler: There's a girl who's gonna get kissed *right* on the springboard.
- [Jerry follows the woman, straightening his tie demonstrating that he's going to get lucky with her]
- Roger Chilcote: [speaking of his drunken son to Judge Brandon and Major Randolph after dinner] Republican tendencies, George, that's what's the matter.
- Major Randolph: I never knew a Republican who could hold more than a pint.
- Roger Chilcote: See here, Major Randolph, do you still cling to that outrageous custom of yours not having your champagne chilled?
- Major Randolph: Wouldn't drink ice cold wine no more than I'd make love to a spinster lady. The flavor's all freezed out!
- Kip Tarleton: [after they see Jerry off to join the war] *Gosh,* I wish I was going. But I had to promise Mom, she'd be sunk without me, I guess.
- Roger Chilcote, Jr.: Yeah? Well, I've got flat feet, and no draft board would *ever* pass me, and I'm glad of it.
- Kip Tarleton: Oh gee, Roge, that isn't like you.
- Roger Chilcote, Jr.: Yeah, I know. You're all hopped up with that patriotic hypodermic like the rest of them. They've told you about the poor little Belgian girls and blown a bugle in your ear and said "Sic 'em."
- Kip Tarleton: But you know they're only doing their duty.
- Roger Chilcote, Jr.: Aw, like a glorified street fight, that's what war is. Somebody throws a brick and everybody starts taking sides. And when it's all over, do they know what they've been fighting for? *No.* Ten years from now, no one will be able to tell you what *this* war was all about... except the guys that made money out of it, and they're not gonna bring up the subject.
- Kip Tarleton: Oh, but you know we're on the right side.
- Roger Chilcote, Jr.: Listen. War *has* no right side. All war does is fertilize the ground and supply the surfaces with armless and legless wonders. Well, I don't propose to be *either!*
- Jerry Tyler: [to Roger, while Kip moves the luggage] Now, whenever you want anything, ask Kip here. He's the head keeper in this town. He'll supply you with soap, towels, cigars, cigarettes, perfume, underwear, razor blades, diapers, dead fish, or anything else your little innocent heart desires.
- Roger Chilcote, Jr.: Ha-ha. How about gals?
- [Kip just smiles]
- Jerry Tyler: Why speak of work when there's love to be made?