Lola Burns: I didn't give you that for a negligee, that's an evening wrap!
Loretta: I know, Miss Lola, but the negligee you gave me got all tore up night before last.
Lola Burns: Your day off is sure brutal on your lingerie.
Gifford Middleton: Your hair is like a field of silver daisies. I'd like to run barefoot through your hair!
Lola Burns: Get away from me, all of you! you're nothing but a pack of leeches!
Lola Burns: Yes, leeches! At least he
[motions to Space]
Lola Burns: was right; I don't know how I expected to bring a baby in here with an old fool for his grandfather who's half-drunk all the time!
Mac: Lola, you're exciting yourself...
Lola Burns: And what about you? Don't think I don't know about your stealing and all the cuts you get from the stores! And you
Lola Burns: who hasn't had a job to your name in three years and bringing her in here like it was a hotel for traveling salesman! I've only stood it because it's the only home and family I've got. But I'm sick of it, you understand? There's only Loretta and the dogs that ever do a single thing for me. The rest of you are only out for what you can get, and I'm sick of being a golden goose or whatever you call it!
Space Hanlon: Atta girl, Sugar!
Lola Burns: Don't you "atta girl" me - you're worse than all the rest of 'em!
[starts quoting Space]
Lola Burns: "Stone-Age Stuff!" "Mad with Desire!" "Lovers' Brawl!" Is that the way you prove that you just more than care for me? Treating me like a strip act in a burlesque show! A glamorous bombshell, eh? A glorified chump, that's what I've been! Well, I'm sick of it, you understand? With the business and everybody! You can get another "It Girl," a "But Girl" or a "How, When and Where Girl." I'm clearing out, and you can all stay here in this half-paid-for car barn and get somebody else to pull the apple cart! I'm going where ladies and gentlemen hang their hats and get some peace and quiet... and if any of you try to interfere with me, I'll complain to the authorities!
Gifford Middleton: Queer place, California - insane people running around and such!
Space Hanlon: Modern journalism is speeded up, just like everything else.
Lola Burns: Good morning, Summers. How's your brother?
Winters: Brother, miss?
Lola Burns: Sure, the one in San Quentin. Are they going to let him out?
Winters: But I only have a married sister.
Lola Burns: Oh, that's right. I was thinking of the guy that was here last week.
Winters: Oh, yes. His name was Summers, I believe. I'm Winters.
Lola Burns: Hmmm. He was Summers, and you're Winters. Are butlers always in season?
Lola Burns: That's life for ya. The cooks have babies, and I have sour kraut juice.