- Nancy Wilson: You guttersnipe! Go on, go and kill me. Get it over with! I can't stand any more of you. You hear me? Kill me. What's the matter? Haven't you got the nerve? Go on, kill me! Kill me, kill me!
- Johnny Cabot: I got the nerve, but, I'll kill you when I get ready.
- Johnny Cabot: Looks like I'm back in the big time.
- Doris Johnson: [approvingly] Johnny!
- Johnny Cabot: You just stick with ol' Johnny boy and we're gonna be--right--back--up--on--top.
- Nancy Wilson: [Johnny strumming on his guitar] Are you an entertainer?
- Johnny Cabot: No, Mrs. Wilson, I'm not. I'm a killer!
- Bobby Wilson: I just gotta get it today. I just gotta!
- Nancy Wilson: Just "have" to get it today, Bobby.
- Bobby Wilson: *Have* to get it. Anyway, Pop, I just gotta!
- Nancy Wilson: Say, haven't you forgotten something?
- Ken Wilson: Uh, have I?
- Bobby Wilson: She wants a kiss.
- Nancy Wilson: Bobby, what are you doing.
- Bobby Wilson: Just studying Dad's technique.
- Ken Wilson: All right, young man, in the house!
- Bobby Wilson: OK, but I don't think I'm going to miss much anyway.
- Johnny Cabot: You mean everybody around here eats and sleeps by a clock?
- Fred Dorella: Exactly.
- Johnny Cabot: Shoo, what a life.
- Johnny Cabot: Hey, what you got under there?
- Nancy Wilson: What do you mean?
- Johnny Cabot: Look, honey, I ain't married to you. Maybe bank presidents don't mind their women lookin' like that, but I do. Now, you take all that junk off. Remove the artillery.
- [starts removing her hair pins and curlers]
- Johnny Cabot: You wouldn't want to make the front pages lookin' like that, would you?
- Nancy Wilson: What front pages? What are you talking about?
- Johnny Cabot: Probably all of 'em. You know, this is the kind of stuff that sells papers. Now, you finish the job and hurry up, cause I ain't got all day. And *you*--you ain't got hardly--no--time--at all.
- Nancy Wilson: If my husband knew what you were doing, he'd kill you.
- Johnny Cabot: He'd probably thank me.
- Nancy Wilson: You've got a lot of nerve. A common, uncouth criminal to come in my home and tell me how to look. I don't care how I look!
- Johnny Cabot: I know you don't. But I do. I like a broad to look sharp.
- Nancy Wilson: I'm not a broad!
- Johnny Cabot: All of you are.
- Johnny Cabot: You know, Mrs. Wilson, this is the first time I ever got this close to a perfect wife and I've always wondered what one looked like.
- [looks Mrs. Wilson up-and-down, licks his lips]
- Johnny Cabot: [throws Mrs. Wilson on her bed] I'll take the bite outta you.
- Nancy Wilson: No, no, please, don't. Please! No!
- Nancy Wilson: I've changed my mind.
- Johnny Cabot: Hey, I guess you gals are *all* alike when ol' Johnny steps on your starter, huh?
- Ken Wilson: At least I'll be rested up.
- Nancy Wilson: Yeah? Don't be too sure.
- Ken Wilson: What do you mean?
- Nancy Wilson: I, um, brought the negligee.
- Fred Dorella: Johnny hid out in a motel in Camellia Gardens, 2,000 long miles from New Jersey. It was a quiet town. Too quiet for Johnny with his big city taste. Well, he hold up in a motel room and he never went out. He just sat there, plunked on his guitar and let his girl support him. She came out from New Jersey with him and took a job hashin' at a local cafe. She used to be an entertainer. Played with a trio before Danny took 'em on. They were waitin' for the heat to cool off.
- Nancy Wilson: Ken, I've got to hang up. I can't talk any longer. He's snapping pictures at me and I'm wearing that horrible negligee you gave me. Stop it! Do you hear? Let me change my clothes.