Gilda: You do hate me, don't you, Johnny?
Johnny Farrell: I don't think you have any idea of how much.
Gilda: Hate is a very exciting emotion. Haven't you noticed? Very exciting. I hate you too, Johnny. I hate you so much I think I'm going to die from it. Darling...
[they kiss passionately]
Gilda: I think I'm going to die from it.
Obregon: You two kids love each other pretty terribly, don't you?
Johnny Farrell: I hate her!
Obregon: That's what I mean. It's the most curious love-hate pattern I've ever had the privilege of witnessing.
Gilda: If you're worried about Johnny Farrell, don't be. I hate him!
Ballin Mundson: And he hates you. That's very apparent. But hate can be a very exciting emotion. Very exciting. Haven't you noticed that?
Gilda: You make it s...
Ballin Mundson: There is a heat in it, that one can feel. Didn't you feel it tonight?
Ballin Mundson: I did. It warmed me. Hate is the only thing that has ever warmed me.
Gilda: Would it interest you to know how much I hate you, Johnny?
Johnny Farrell: Very much.
Gilda: I hate you so much that I would destroy myself to take you down with me.
Ballin Mundson: [referring to his knife cane] It is a most faithful and obedient friend: it is silent when I want it to be silent, but talks when I want to talk.
Johnny Farrell: Is it that your idea of a friend?
Ballin Mundson: That is my idea of a friend.
Johnny Farrell: You must lead a gay life.
Gilda: Got a light?
Uncle Pio: Yes, Mrs. Mundson. It is so crowded and yet so lonely, isn't it?
Gilda: How did you know?
Uncle Pio: You smoke too much. I've noticed. Only frustrated people smoke too much and only lonely people are frustrated.
Johnny Farrell: Statistics show that there are more women in the world than anything else. Except insects.
Johnny Farrell: I want to go with you, Gilda. Please take me. I know I did everything wrong...
Gilda: [sobbing] Isn't it wonderful? Nobody has to apologize, because we were both stinkers, weren't we? Isn't it wonderful?
Johnny Farrell: Wonderful.
Johnny Farrell: I hated her so I couldn't get her out of my mind for a minute.
Gilda: [to Johnny] You haven't been around lately. I thought maybe you were an amnesia victim or something.
Johnny Farrell: [narrating off screen] She still didn't believe I wasn't coming back. Every night she got all dressed up... and waited. But a girl like Gilda couldn't stand not knowing the why of things, so she decided to swallow her pride and came to see me. It was wonderful.
Johnny Farrell: I thought we agreed that women and gambling didn't mix.
Ballin Mundson: My wife does not come under the category of women, Johnny.
Gilda: If I'd been a ranch, they would've named me "The Bar Nothing".
Johnny Farrell: Doesn't it bother you at all that you're married?
Gilda: What I want to know is, does it bother you?
Gilda: I can never get a zipper to close. Maybe that stands for something, what do you think?
Gilda: I've got some news for you, Johnny. I'm going to do exactly what I please, when I please. I was true to one man once, hmmm
[looking despiseful at Johnny]
Gilda: and look what happened.
Ballin Mundson: Look your best, my beautiful. This will be the casino's first glimpse of you.
[He kisses her]
Gilda: I'll look my very best, Ballin.
[Looks at Johnny]
Gilda: I want all the hired help to approve of me. Glad to have met you, Mr. Farrell.
Ballin Mundson: His name is Johnny, Gilda.
Gilda: Oh, I'm sorry. Johnny is such a hard name to remember and so easy to forget.
[In a breathy voice]
Gilda: Johnny. There. See you later, Mr. Farrell.
Gilda: They said that being married to Johnny Farrell was very like driving a car with no brakes.
Ballin Mundson: [toasts] "Disaster to the wench who did wrong by our Johnny"
Johnny Farrell: To me a dollar was a dollar in any language. It was my first night in the Argentine and I didn't know much about the local citizens, but I knew about American sailors, and I knew I better get out of there.
Gilda: You're out of practice aren't you - dancing I mean. I can help you get in practice again Johnny - dancing I mean.
Ballin Mundson: Quite a surprise to hear a woman sing in my house, eh Johnny?