Fran Dodsworth: Are you going back to that washed-out expatriate in Naples?
Sam Dodsworth: Yes, and when I marry her, I'm going back to doing things.
Fran Dodsworth: Do you think you'll ever get me out of your blood?
Sam Dodsworth: Maybe not, but love has got to stop someplace short of suicide.
[Dodsworth runs to the gangplank and jumps on just as it is lowered away from the ship. The boat whistle sounds]
Steward: But the gentleman will miss the boat!
Fran Dodsworth: [shouting above the boat whistle] HE'S GONE ASHORE! HE'S GONE ASHORE!
Sam Dodsworth: Love has got to stop some place short of suicide.
Fran Dodsworth: Remember, I, I did make a home for you once, and I'll do it again, only you've got to let me have my fling now! Because you're simply rushing at old age, Sam, and I'm not ready for that yet.
Sam Dodsworth: You'll have to stop getting younger someday.
Fran Dodsworth: I hope I look as good as you do when I'm your age.
Mrs. Edith Cortright: You're almost sure to, my dear.
Mrs. Edith Cortright: I suppose people travel to get away from themselves.
Baroness Von Obersdorf: [to Fran] Have you thought how little happiness there can be for the... *old* wife... of a young husband?
Fran Dodsworth: Oh, you're hopeless - you haven't the mistiest notion of civilization.
Sam Dodsworth: Yeah, well maybe I don't think so much of it, though. Maybe clean hospitals, concrete highways, and no soldiers along the Canadian border come near my idea of civilization.
Sam Dodsworth: You want to divorce me then?
Fran Dodsworth: Why should I want to divorce you? You're my husband.
Sam Dodsworth: You couldn't very well divorce me if I weren't.
Secretary: [offscreen] Mr. Dodsworth?
Sam Dodsworth: Yes.
Secretary: The men are ready.
Sam Dodsworth: I want to sit under a Linden tree with nothing more important to worry about but the temperature of the beer. If there is anything more important.
Tubby Pearson: [walking into the scene of a platonic goodbye kiss] Would you lay off those European liberties with my wife?