Ginger Rogers credited as playing...
- Janie: Where's your car?
- Harry: Why, do you mind walking?
- Janie: [laughs] I'd love to.
- Harry: Good, I like to walk.
- [Breathes deeply]
- Janie: I guess if you don't have to, you want to, huh?
- Harry: Well, even if you don't want to, you may have to. So, you might as well want to.
- Janie: [laughs] I guess if you don't want to and you don't have to, you just don't. Cause you don't want to.
- Harry: Yeah, well, you can always take a Streetcar.
- Janie: [During a dream] I've got it! I'll marry all three of 'em.
- Tom, Dick, Harry: All three of us?
- Janie: Sure!
- Tom, Dick, Harry: Do you think it'd work?
- Janie: Why not? I think the four of us would make a lovely couple.
- Tom: What's the matter, Janie? What are you thinkin' about?
- Janie: The picture.
- Tom: Oh, do you think it was true to life?
- Tom: Hey, Janie, how 'bout you and I driving out to Inspiration Point for a little while, huh?
- Janie: Not tonight, Tom.
- Tom: Why not? No, I just want to talk to you.
- Janie: That's what you always say.
- Tom: No, honest, this time I really mean it. Just talk.
- Janie: Aw, you're out there and you see me and you do what you do.
- Tom: Yes, but it won't do any harm, just talk.
- Janie: Well, okay.
- Tom: I kinda think I've done pretty well.
- Janie: [shakes her head no] You certainly have.
- Tom: And I've done it all for you Janie. You don't belong in that telephone company, gettin' up early every morning and pluggin' in phone calls all day for people. You deserve something better than that. And I'm gonna get it for you.
- Janie: No!
- Tom: No?
- Janie: Yeah, no.
- Tom: Well...
- Janie: Oh, I don't mean no exactly, I mean, well, no for now.
- Tom: Janie, you made me the happiest girl in the world!
- Janie: Girl?
- Tom: No, I mean, I hope you are because I am. Oh, I don't know what I mean. I'm all mixed up. I don't know what I'm sayin'.
- Janie: Good night, Ma.
- Ma: Good night, dear. Did you have a good time?
- Janie: Swell. - - Good night, Pop.
- Pop: Have a good time?
- Janie: Swell.
- Butch: What'd you see?
- Janie: The one at The Strand.
- Butch: Any good?
- Janie: Swell.
- Janie: I guess you think I'm awful. We'll probably never see each other again. You never will understand.
- Harry: What are you doing tonight?
- Janie: Oh, I didn't mean it. I - eh...
- Harry: No, I know you didn't. I'm just impulsive. Eight o'clock all right?
- Janie: Swell! Golly!
- Pop: Are you gonna tell us who this guy is? Where'd you meet him?
- Janie: Downtown.
- Pop: How'd you meet him?
- Janie: I just met him, that's all. He drove me home.
- Butch: He picked her up.
- Pop: Is that what happened? Did he pick you up?
- Janie: No. I picked him up.
- Janie: Why can't a girl like me marry a millionaire?
- Harry: There's not enough millionaires. How many millionaires do you think there are?
- Janie: In America?
- Harry: Yeah.
- Janie: Oh, about a million.
- Harry: Nine thousand six hundred and fifty-three. And most of them are already married.
- Janie: Well, if they're married, maybe they got sons?
- Harry: The rich have a very low birth rate.
- Harry: You know how many girls there are like you?
- Janie: One.
- Harry: There's eleven million six hundred and five thousand five hundred and fifty-two, at least.
- Janie: But, golly, you can't explain everything by numbers. You make it sound like a horse race.
- Harry: Well, that's what it is. You gotta figure the odds, see.
- Janie: Well, sure, the odds are against any two people meeting. After all, there's something like two billion people in the world. And if a girl meets any fella, it's an accident, isn't it?
- Harry: Yeah, well...
- Janie: Well, there's no reason why the accident can't be a rich fella instead of poor fella.
- Harry: See, you've got the wrong clothes!
- Janie: I've got the right clothes. I got the wrong fella.
- Janie: I got one chance in a million, huh?
- Harry: U-huh. And that leaves girls like you for fellas like me.
- Janie: Why, I, I hardly know you.
- Harry: Well, sometimes people know each other better in one night, than they do in - two weeks!
- Janie: They do?
- Harry: Yeah. How 'bout it Janie?
- Dick: Hop in. - - Are you all right back there?
- Janie: Swell!
- Dick: [in Janie's dream] S'il vous plaît, voulez-vous.
- Janie: Golly, yes. I certainly do!
- Janie: This is long distance.
- Dick: [on the phone] Hello, babe. How about another one of those tricky calls to New York? Can you get me Brenda Whitney, Jr. at Columbus 5-0-0-9-8.
- Janie: I'll try. Mr. Hamilton, will you hold the line please. Chicago. New York for Middleton please.
- Dick: And when Cinderella came home, her two ugly sisters were waiting for her.
- Tom: Who is this guy, Janie?
- Janie: Tom meet Dick. Dick meet Harry. Harry meet Tom. Tom meet Janie. Janie meet the situation.
