- Clara: [Standing beside Crystal Wetherby] Well, don't stand there looking at me.
- Raymond Dabney: I wasn't looking at you.
- Raymond Dabney: It's curious how little practical value a college education has in modern life. What I didn't learn was how to make four pence into nine pence.
- Claude Dabney: So, you sold a motor car for which you hadn't paid.
- A Bailiff: No complaints, I hope?
- Crystal Wetherby: No.
- A Bailiff: Good. I always like my men to give satisfaction. As I say, always behave like a gentleman.
- Clara: Find something to do! Mend the fire! Draw the shades! Put on the lights!
- Raymond Dabney: [Ticks them off on his fingers] Mind the fire, draw the shades, put on the lights.
- Clara: In the drawing room.
- Mrs. Dabney: The Prodigal Son's father didn't act like that.
- Mr. Dabney: The Prodigal Son's father was an ass.
- Mr. Dabney: When I think of all the advantages that you've had - the best education money could buy.
- Claude Dabney: Quite!
- Raymond Dabney: I wonder.
- Mr. Dabney: You wonder?
- Raymond Dabney: I ought never to have gone to Cambridge.
- Mrs. Dabney: I always said I preferred Oxford.
- Crystal Wetherby: [Raises her cocktail glass for a toast] Well, to my creditors.
- Raymond Dabney: [Raising his glass] May you never be able to pay them.
- Claude Dabney: I shall be back... early tomorrow morning.
- Crystal Wetherby: I shan't be up until eleven. Good night!
- Raymond Dabney: Didn't you pretend to be rich?
- Claude Dabney: She was marrying me for my money?
- Raymond Dabney: Well, what do you think she was marrying you for?
- Crystal Wetherby: Raymond! Here -- do something with these.
- [She hands him a huge pile of bills and statements]
- Crystal Wetherby: Uh, shall I pay them?
- Crystal Wetherby: Could you?
- Raymond Dabney: I could if I had the money.
- Crystal Wetherby: Burn them.
- Claude Dabney: Crystal, I demand an explanation.
- Crystal Wetherby: You demand? You'd better go, Claude - you're being silly.
- Claude Dabney: If I go, I may not come back.
- Crystal Wetherby: Well, if you don't go, I may not want you to come back.
- Raymond Dabney: Are you always this way, Clara - proud and austere?
- Clara: I like to keep myself to myself, thank you.
- Raymond Dabney: That, Clara, is a mistake. It leads to a lonely old age.