- Jill Merrill: I don't need you, I can buy and sell you.I don't know why I bother seeing you.
- Tony Cochrane: You don't know why? I'll tell you. You're rotten rich through and through.Like something they serve at the Ritz,only its been laying out in the sun too long.
- Jill Merrill: That's right, Tony, you're not my kind. The clean cut type.Little tootsie-wootsie loves her great big stupid peasant.
- Tony Cochrane: Yeah, for all your dough, like a ton of bricks!
- Jill Merrill: How picturesque. And you were totally unresponsive?
- Tony Cochrane: You're like a sickness. I was sick!
- Jill Merrill: No, Tony it was a fever!
- Tony Cochrane: Its a nightmare! With convulsions!