- Fat Man Who Flirts With Dolly: [Flirting] Do you ever go out with gentlemen?
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: I never met one.
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: Do you want a number, Madam?
- Gwen: [Knowingly] I've got your number. That's all I need.
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: [Working at a "Ritzy" Hotel's Telephone Switchboard] No, Madam - the pool room is not for swimming.
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: Men are that way - seems like there's no chance for a poor girl to make an honest living. There's no use crying - I always take things as I find them.
- Bradley: Just to prove that all men are not alike - I'll stake you to twenty bucks.
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: Thanks, Brad - you're one white guy.
- Steve Crandall: [Referring to a singing wheel chair taxi porter] He reminds me of the darkies singing down home on the plantation.
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: Are plantations very expensive?
- Steve Crandall: Some of them are worth a million dollars.
- Bradley: Where's my dough?
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: Oh, you mean our dough - that you forgot to divide.
- [Looks for it, can't find it]
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: A complete washout. I must have lost it. Just to prove that all women are not alike - I'll stake you to twenty bucks.
- Bradley: Oh, we'll forget the small change - now that you've lined up a new sucker.
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: So this is the plantation.
- Steve Crandall: Oh, no, the plantation is next door. It's Colonel Winthrop's plantation - but we enjoy looking over the cotton fields.
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: That's just like owning it - except that Colonel Winthrop pays the taxes.
- Steve Crandall: There they are, honey - just like I said - the darkies singing on the plantation.
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: Yes, on Colonel Winthrop's plantation.
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: What do you think you're going to gain by coming here, Bradley?
- Bradley: We're merely trying to find out why a gink with a million bucks lives in a shanty like this.
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: He isn't rich - he hasn't a dime. Of course you wouldn't understand, but I love this guy.
- Bradley: [laughs hysterically - Commenting to Gwen] She slays me!
- Dolly Morgan aka Angel Face: I told you I was through with the racket - and I meant it!
- Gwen: Applesauce! You're just tryin' to keep this sucker for your private pickin'.
- Bradley: Listen, Angel Face, if you don't snap out of the glooms - you're going to queer this whole deal.