Sid Jeffers: Tell me, Mrs. Wright, does your husband interfere with your marriage?
Sid Jeffers: I envy people who drink. At least they know what to blame everything on.
Helen Wright: If it's so simple, why don't you drink?
Sid Jeffers: Me? I have no character.
Sid Jeffers: It isn't what you are, it's what you don't become that hurts.
Paul Boray: All my life I wanted to do the right thing but it never worked out. I'm outside always looking in. Feeling all the time I'm far away from home and where home is I don't know. I can't get back to the simple happy kid I used to be.
Sid Jeffers: You have all the characteristics of a successful virtuoso. You're self-indulgent, self-dedicated and the hero of all your dreams.
Paul Boray: You ought to try a few dreams yourself, it might make you less cynical. When I look at you I know what I want to avoid.
Sid Jeffers: One of us is offensive.
Sid Jeffers: Hey, you just spoiled the beginnings of an odious relationship.
Sid Jeffers: I hate cold showers. They stimulate me and then I don't know what to do.
Helen Wright: I was married twice before - once at 16, once at 21. One was a crybaby and the other was a caveman. Between the two of them I said goodbye to girlhood.
Helen Wright: Did you think you could go away for weeks, almost months, never call or write and come back to find me hanging in a clothes closet like a suit that you might put on some day a year from now?
Sid Jeffers: [regarding Helen Wright] She was born with a silver flask in her mouth.
Helen Wright: Don't you like martinis? They're an acquired taste, like Ravel.
Helen Wright: Bad manners, Mr. Boray, the infallible sign of talent!
Sid Jeffers: Oh, Mrs. Wright, this is my friend,Paul Boray; and any friend of mine is not welcome here, I'm sure.
Sid Jeffers: I don't like to play the piano. It makes me too attractive.
Sid Jeffers: [speaking of a swim in the ocean] I believe in progress and American plumbing. When I feel the need of water, I take a shower.
Helen Wright: Only a man who doesn't drink thinks coffee sobers you up.
Helen Wright: I'd like to slap your face.
Paul Boray: Why don't you try it?
Helen Wright: [smashes her glass against the wall]
Helen Wright: [Drinking alone, toasting herself] Here's to love...
Helen Wright: ... and here's to the time when we were little girls, and no one asked us to marry.