- Jack Dorgan: [Red has made fun of his furniture selection for his new house] Hey, this stuff isn't kinda'... "flossy," is it?
- Furniture Salesman: I wouldn't say so. I think you display excellent taste, Mr. Dorgan.
- Red Anderson: I'm sorry. Forget all about it. Why don't you order some lace curtains and pink bedspreads to go with all this junk?
- Jack Dorgan: Ah, shut up, ya' crepehanger!
- Red Anderson: Boy, you hand me a laugh. The toughest guy in the Navy blowing in all his money on a house and garden. Don't forget your knitting, grandma. Bye-bye!
- [gives him a silly wave]
- Robert Mason: [he's just received surprise orders to report immediately to submarine duty, even though he's supposed to be starting shore leave] They can't do this to me. I oughtta' get a couple of days, at least.
- Jack Dorgan: You haven't even got time for a glass of beer!
- [laughs merrily]
- Robert Mason: [turning to the Shore Patrol officer] How about this, sir. I, uh, I was booked for 2 weeks' shore leave, and then this...
- Patrol Officer at booth: Sorry, Chief. Submarines leave for Honolulu tonight.
- Robert Mason: Well, I guess that cooks the red paint and the beautiful dolls.
- Patrol Officer at booth: I know how you feel.
- Robert Mason: Thank you, sir... but you don't.
- Jack Dorgan: [greeting the class of newly graduated divers at the Navy diving school] Fellas, I'm proud of ya'. You're all divers now. There ain't nothin' to this diving racket. Just a question of being able to wear a suit. Oh, a few other details, like being able to handle air drills, and chipping hammers, running caulking irons, assemble valves, do pipe fitting and plumbing, and doing them at a depth of from 10 to 300 feet. There's nothing to it. But don't get discouraged, fellas, we'll start first thing tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock sharp. Fall out.
- Jack Dorgan: [barging into the real estate broker's office] You sell houses?
- Real Estate Man: That's what we do.
- Jack Dorgan: Well, you just sold one at 1418 Jefferson Street.
- Real Estate Man: [taken aback] You... you want to buy it?
- Jack Dorgan: That's what I said, and there's the dough.
- [plunks down the cash on the realtor's desk]
- Real Estate Man: [slightly shocked] You want to pay cash for it?
- Jack Dorgan: Hey, you didn't think I wanted to steal it, did ya'?
- Carmen: [repeated story that she tells men, in hopes of conning them] Well, you see, when my father died, there was no money, on account of the mortgage on the farm. So I left Imperial Valley and went to Hollywood to look for a job in the movies. But that was no good, so I came down here...
- Jack Dorgan: Something I forgot to tell you about.
- [hands him a piece of paper]
- Robert Mason: [Reads the paper] Transferred to shore duty for two years... Doing what?
- Jack Dorgan: In charge of the new diving school.
- Robert Mason: Did you apply for this?
- Jack Dorgan: No, but it's what I want, all right.
- Robert Mason: Yeah? What's the idea?
- Jack Dorgan: Well, there's some things I've always wanted to do. This makes it perfect, Bob. The first thing I want to do is get myself a home.
- Robert Mason: [taken aback] A home? Say, the only home you'll ever know ashore is the inside of a barroom.
- Jack Dorgan: You ain't kiddin', fella. I was raised in a saloon on the waterfront. For years I lived there like a rat. That's when I got this idea of mine about havin' a home.
- Robert Mason: You'll make a swell citizen, you old sea-cow. They'll have you under peace bond inside of a week unless some little dame makes a fireside admiral out of ya'.
- Jack Dorgan: Bah!
- [they both laugh]
- Robert Mason: [as they wait on the sidewalk for Mason's girl] Can't understand it, that dame standin' me up.
- Jack Dorgan: And she's supposed to be *crazy* about you.
- Robert Mason: Must've been killed... or somethin'.
- Jack Dorgan: You know, that's what I like about you- your modesty. A dame don't live that could toss you over. Heh, she *must've* been killed.