Robert Montgomery credited as playing...
- Willie: I'd rather a million times that you never belonged to me, than I had you, and lost you.
- Willie: What are you doing here?
- Mary: I've come to ask you to be my husband.
- Willie: Are you mad?
- Mary: Stark staring in love with you.
- Mary: Tell me, do you mean to be a tobacconist all your life?
- Willie: Being a tobacconist, being a cowboy, being all of the things I've been, all of these are interests on the way.
- Mary: To what?
- Willie: If I told you, you might laugh, and that would be discouraging.
- Mary: No, I won't, I promise.
- Willie: The next time I marry, I'm going to have a chorum service.
- Mary: The next time I marry, I'm going to marry a man who doesn't pinch me when the minister says "obey."
- Willie: I think for a common little tobacconist's assistant, I behaved rather well. Because, as a playwright, I could have been terribly unpleasant.
- Mary: Were you a tobacconist in Canada?
- Willie: Incredible as it may appear, I was a cowboy.
- Willie: I'd rather a million times you never belonged to me, than you did for a little and I lost you.
- Mary: I'll give up everything for you.
- Willie: Tomorrow you'll be sorry.
- Mary: No, I won't. I promise you I want to.
- Willie: Think it over, my sweet. And if tomorrow you feel the same, that would be divine. But if you don't and you go with that ship, I'll understand.
- Willie: Wait a minute. Where are you going to stop until we get married?
- Mary: Well, I'll stay here.
- Willie: Oh, you can't do that.
- Mary: Oh, don't talk nonsense.
- Willie: But...
- Mary: If you say another word, I'll pop into the bed now.
- Willie, Mary: Don't you dare
- Mary: Oh, what a prude you are.
- Willie: Sometimes, I'm so unhappy I can't sleep, and sometimes I'm so happy I don't want to.
- Mary: Because of me?
- Willie: Sometimes I'm so happy, I don't need food. And sometimes I'm so unhappy, it chokes me.
- Mary: Because of me?
- Willie: No - because I've got to be in the tobacconist shop tomorrow morning at nine o'clock.
- Willie: A starving man has very little respect for himself, so you can't expect him to have any at all for you.
- Willie: We'll go to Paris, Rome, anywhere!
- Mary: No! Let's stay home and have a baby.
- Willie: Yes, let's.
- Mary: The only thing that matters to me is your succeeding. No matter what we go through, not matter what happens to us. It's all trivial compared to that. I'll do anything in the world to help you. You'd hate to fail me, wouldn't you?
- Willie: That's the only thing I'm terrified of.
- Mary: But you won't.
- Mary: Willie?
- Willie: Mm hmm?
- Mary: Where'd you steal that meat from?
- Willie: Jones.
- Mary: Good, wasn't it?
- Willie: Mm hmmm.
- Mary: There must be an awful lot of nice people in jail.
- Mary: I've never known any man as long as I've known you who hasn't made violent love to me. Why don't you? Is it because you're nice? Or because you don't want to?
- Willie: [takes Mary's left hand and points out her engagement ring] Neither.
- Willie: You couldn't possibly tell me how to get permanent fun in the world, could you?
- Mary: I wish I knew. I'd be much happier.
- Willie: So would I.
- Mary: Willie, if you ever let me go back to them and prove they were right, I'll hate you.
- Willie: There... go easy, my sweet.
- Mary: Oh, I'm so sorry. I know I'm a beast.
- Mary: Now, Willie, you're not going to be a hero, are you?
- Willie: Only a little one, Mary.
- Mary: Yes, but please don't.
- Willie: Uh, my wife and I are very grateful to you for your felicitations. It has pleased God to place upon this earth few great men. We are alive to our responsibility.
- Admiral: If I were to tell you what I think of you...
- Willie: There's nothing you can say to me about myself that I shan't agree with.
- Willie: Ugly thing, failure... isn't it?
- Mary: But you're not. You mustn't give in.
