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: I will never forget you in that little blue dress.
: If you had it all to do over again, would you still have married me? David
: Honestly, no.
Mr. Harry Deever
: I guess she's changed some huh?
[refering to David's wife
: Well, she's... changed a little. Mr. Harry Deever
: She once chased a dogcatcher half a mile with a baseball bat. David
: Well, she hasn't changed as much as you think.
: David, if you want your freedom, I don't want to be the kind of a wife who clings to her husband when she's not wanted. David
: Darling, I do want to be married to you. I love you. I worship you. I am used to you. How do we always get into these things? Ann
: If my only hold on you is that you're used to me? David
: Oh, darling, you've got the whole thing wrong. I don't know what I'd do without you. You are my little girl.
: I envy you from the bottom of my heart. I wish I was in your shoes. David
: Yes, she's a great kid.
: Either our noses have changed or they've - built a livery stable around here somewhere. Ann
: It's not exactly Chanel 5.
: Is Mama Lucy here? Proprietor Lucy's
: I'm Mama Lucy.
: Eat your soup dear. David
: There's something wrong with that soup. Ann
: It's your imagination. David
: Why doesn't the cat eat the soup?
: I'd give five bucks to see that cat take a sip of that soup.
: Darling, I have a little secret to tell you. Ann
: Oh, it's about time. What is it dear? David
: You're a great kid.
: You were going to wait until... David
: Annie... Ann
: And then throw me aside like a squeezed lemon.
: If you are referring to New Year's Eve, I don't think that that drunk had any right to pick up your garter and wave it around. Ann
: It wasn't my garter. I showed you both of my garters. David
: That was after you'd gone into the ladies room and gotten Julie's garters. Ann
: They were my garters! David
: They were Julie's garters! Ann
: How do you know they were Julie's garters? David
: I know they weren't *your* garters.
: What does Gertrude got to do with camels? Chuck Benson
: She smokes 'em.
: Isn't it a little crowded in here? Couldn't we go someplace where it was - quieter? Maybe a little darker? Gertie
: No, cookie. We'll go to one of them dark, romantic places later. We're eatin' first. You ever been here? David
: Oh, yes, often. That's why I wanted to go some place that was darker. Gertie
: I don't get it.
Harold - Taxi Driver
: You ain't gonna catch her in anything. She's pretty foxy. David
: Oh, I don't know. Harold - Taxi Driver
: You know what we ought to do, you and me? David
: What? Harold - Taxi Driver
: Let's go to a bur-le-que show. This dame ain't gonna to nothin' this afternoon. David
: In the afternoon is when you catch them. Harold - Taxi Driver
: You're kiddin'. That's funny. David
: What is? Harold - Taxi Driver
: Where does my wife go every afternoon?
: This is Mr. Smith, Jefferson's partner. Miss Ann Krausheimer. Ann
: We met some time ago. David
: Yes. We know one another very well. Mrs. Custer
: Oh, of course, you've probably seen a great deal of her. David
: Yes, I have! A great deal!
: Let me tell you something. I know of no finer compliment that I could pay to any girl than to tell you this. That when a man has been sitting across the breakfast table from the same woman for three solid years and still wants to marry her; well, she's quite a girl.