- Mrs. Cartwright: You're not still blaming him, I hope.
- Joan Fisk: He shouldn't have thought me capable of that.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Have a heart, girl. He's a man, not an x-ray machine! What are you gonna do about him?
- Joan Fisk: Nothing.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Pride's a wonderful thing, but it doesn't warm you on a cold, wintry night.
- Joan Fisk: I have an electric blanket.
- Mrs. Cartwright: ...It won't be the father of your children.
- Cpl. Al O'Connor: [O'Connor and Sullivan have tickets to the ballet] I'll buy the tickets, let's go someplace else.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: You've never been to the ballet. How do you know you won't like it?
- Cpl. Al O'Connor: I've never been skinned alive either but I've got an opinion.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Of course there's always the possibility, choir boy or not, that you'll have to beat him off with a stick. If you feel you can't handle it...
- Joan Fisk: With my hands tied behind my back.
- Mrs. Cartwright: I wouldn't try it that way, my dear. I'll tell you a sad story some day.
- Joan Fisk: They've been using you as a guinea pig.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Who has?
- Joan Fisk: My father, the ambassador, and General Harvey and Senator Cartwright.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Ambassador? And general, and senator?
- Joan Fisk: Don't worry about it, dear.
- Mrs. Cartwright: [Pretending again to be the French employer of Joan as a model] Allo - remember me?
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Yes, I do.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Would you like to buy me a drink for the favor I did you?
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: It didn't turn out to be much of a favor, but I'll buy the drink.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Thank you.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: I don't care. You're not the girl I asked. You're, you're a different girl. I never asked you.
- Gen. Andrew Harvey: You asked her. I heard you.
- Joan Fisk: [Talking to Sgt. Sullivan who's standing at guard as an MP outside the American embassy] You're really not being sensible. You can't possibly be rotated home - the general has seen to that. You can't write your senator - the senator's fixed that. You can't appeal to the embassy - my father's the ambassador. Why don't you give in? Very well, darling, it'll be a June wedding, and you can hold out 'til then. Matter of fact, it has some advantages. I like to know where you are.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Did you see her kiss him and call him father?
- Senator Jonathan Cartwright: Who?
- Mrs. Cartwright: When Joan kissed the prince, she called him father.
- Senator Jonathan Cartwright: What of it?
- Mrs. Cartwright: I never kissed you and mistook you for your father.
- Senator Jonathan Cartwright: That was hardly possible. My father had a beard like a hedgehog.
- Mrs. Cartwright: You know what it is don't you? A case of father image. The worst case of father image I've ever seen.
- Senator Jonathan Cartwright: I've got a big day tomorrow. Good night, dear.
- Mrs. Cartwright: You know, the wife and the three children I don't hold against him. It's the other thing.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: What other thing?
- Mrs. Cartwright: [Poking Sgt. Sullivan in the chest for emphasis] I was present once in the very room when he struck a woman.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: He hits women?
- Mrs. Cartwright: [Pretending to be the French employer of Joan as a model] I like American soldiers.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Thank you.
- Mrs. Cartwright: When you come to Paris again, I will introduce you to others models.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: No, thank you.
- Mrs. Cartwright: You don't like girls?
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: I don't seem to have much luck with your employees.
- Mrs. Cartwright: That's just one. And don't blame me, you picked her.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: That's right.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Well, let me tell you something. I have less respect for a girl who represents herself as something that she isn't, than for a girl who misrepresents herself for something that is. If you follow me?
- Mrs. Cartwright: No, I don't.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: You can't make me. Not the Army or anybody. I'm a free citizen. I've got rights. C'mon, Al.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Well, that puts a different complexion on things, doesn't it?
- Joan Fisk: I guess it does - some.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Some? You're not still blaming him are you?
- Joan Fisk: He shouldn't have thought me capable of that.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Have a heart, girl. He's a man, not an x-ray machine. What're you gonna do about him?
- Joan Fisk: Nothing.
- French policeman in plain clothes: May we drop you off at your hotel, monsieur?
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Oh, please don't bother.
- French policeman in plain clothes: Oh, it's no bother - we are going that way.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: How do you know which way I'm going?
- French policeman in plain clothes: Whichever way you are going is our way.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: [Shaking his head] The boys are never going to believe this.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Why do you call her that?
- Mrs. Cartwright: Stuck up! Untouchable! Won't go out on dates. Remember? She brought me to look at you. I had to force her. I like American soldiers.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Are you sure we're talking about the same girl -- Joan, uh, Jeanne?
- Mrs. Cartwright: Oui - Jeanne.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: The girl that old goat was chucking under the chin?
- Mrs. Cartwright: Ah, that old goat. He would never get any place with her - I know.
- Mrs. Cartwright: She shouldn't marry that prince.
- Senator Jonathan Cartwright: Good night, dear.
- Mrs. Cartwright: She ought to marry some nice young boy.
- Senator Jonathan Cartwright: Now listen, Mrs. Cupid, no more of that. The time you thought the queen of England ought to have an American husband was all I wanted of your match-making. Churchill swallowed his cigar.
- Mrs. Cartwright: She thinks the prince is her father. I just don't think it's healthy, that's all.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Drop, drop, drop. That's how he got his wife.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: He's married?
- Mrs. Cartwright: And has three children.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Does she know that?
- Mrs. Cartwright: What can she do? Drop, drop, drop... .
- Mrs. Cartwright: [Pretending to be the French employer of Joan as a model] If I were a man, I would not have picked her.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Why not?
- Mrs. Cartwright: Oh, too stand awayish.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Stand awayish?
- Mrs. Cartwright: Stand-offish. You know what we call her?
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: What?
- Mrs. Cartwright: Miss Iron-pants.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Miss Iron-pants?
- Cpl. Al O'Connor: C'mon, we better get going.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: What's the hurry?
- Cpl. Al O'Connor: Well, we won't miss anything.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: You've sure become a ballet lover fast.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Well, I wanna see how the story comes out - that fella in tights chasing that little girl.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: I saw her wringing that old cluck out of a $600 dress.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Oh, that's a sad story. She needs money for her sick family. She sold the dress back and cried all afternoon. She has no talent for getting money from men.
- Cpl. Al O'Connor: Uh, Mrs. Cartwright's talking to Danny. I thought you might wanna know.
- Senator Jonathan Cartwright: You sit here.
- Cpl. Al O'Connor: Yes, sir.
- Mrs. Cartwright: Still, it is possible that this "old cluck" as you call him, may finally be the one with her. He has a way with women.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: That old goat?
- Mrs. Cartwright: He's a rich old goat. She's a poor chicken. And you can wear away a rock by dropping water on it.
- Sgt. Danny Sullivan: Is that what he's doing?