Walter Mitty: Your small minds are musclebound with suspicion. That's because the only exercise you ever get is jumping to conclusions.
Gertrude Griswold: Walter, what's that awful smell?
Walter Mitty: It's that cologne you gave me for Christmas.
Gertrude Griswold: It's lovely, isn't it?
Mrs. Mitty: The clock didn't strike. I definitely heard it not strike.
Dr. Hollingshead: Perhaps you are mistaking me for someone else.
Walter Mitty: Oh, no. No one looks as much like you do as *you* do.
Walter Mitty: [singing while daydreaming that he's Anatole of Paris] And why do I sew each new chapeau with a style they must look positively grim in?/Strictly between us, entrez-nous, I hate women.