Liz: How many people do you know can cross the Atlantic with only a hunk of salami as baggage?
Dondi: [looking for his GI friends on the streets of New York] Buddies! Where you are? Is me, Dondi!
Dealey: What do you say we stop all this tree-trimming jazz and hit the road to town?
Peewee: Oh now, Dealey, you know how I promised Mama about Christmas. You see, while she's trimming her tree in Peoria, I'm trimming mine right here. It's almost as if we're together!
Perky: The kid needs a mother. Every kid needs a mother. Somebody to take his troubles to, or somebody to hear his prayers.
Peewee: Well, he could always bring his troubles to me. I'd be glad to hear his prayers. I like prayers.
Sammy Boy: You can't be no mother, Peewee. Mothers is female!
[Dondi is praying]
Dondi: I wish you make them let me stay in America, Mr. Big-Buddy, please.
Liz: Dondi's talking to the most influential friend of all!
Dondi: Goshers! Chow! Is sure smelling good, Mr. Dealey-Buddy. Is tasting good, too?
