Miss Annie Rooney (1942)
Grandpop: May you be in Heaven half-an-hour before the Devil finds out you're dead.
Myrtle: Well, if anything sensational should happen, send up a flare. I'll be right over. But don't brood on it. Things like this can create the most ghastly inhibitions.
Annie Rooney: [to her father] That's just the blarney in you.
Grandpop: That's just the baloney in him.
Annie Rooney: [while discussing the play 'Pygmalion'] I think one of the characters is on the dippy side.
Annie Rooney: Dad, we mustn't talk shop. After all, Marty isn't in the rubber business.
Rooney: Why, one look at him and I can tell he has rubber in his blood.
Joey: Too bad you had to miss an Engine Show just for a birthday party.
Marty: I don't want to butt in, but I don't think you have a Chinaman's chance.
Joey: Well, the Chinese are doing all right, ain't they?
Myrtle: Why, when he talks about connecting rods and clutch plates, he's positively symphonic!
Annie Rooney: That's what I adore about Spring. It's so uncertain. Sunshine and tears.
Annie Rooney: I was just thinking of what a tremendous difference a year makes. I know I must have been definitely ridiculous at 13.
Rooney: How much would it cost?
Annie Rooney: Oh, millions.
Annie Rooney: It's sorry to even think of it.