Phil Davis:
When what's left of you gets around to what's left to be gotten, what's left to be gotten won't be worth getting, whatever it is you've got left.
Bob Wallace:
When I figure out what that means I'll come up with a crushing reply.
Doris:
Well how do you like that? Not so much as a "kiss my foot" or "have an apple".
Bob Wallace:
How do you do?
Doris:
Mutual, I'm sure.
Phil Davis:
I want you to get married. I want you to have nine children. And if you only spend five minutes a day with each kid, that's forty-five minutes, and I'd at least have time to go out and get a massage or something.
Phil Davis:
That's very funny. Ho, ho, ho. The crooner is now becoming the comic.
Phil Davis:
How can a guy *that* ugly have the nerve to have sisters?
Bob Wallace:
Very brave parents.
Bob Wallace:
Oh, Phil, when are you going to learn that girls like that are a dime a dozen?
Phil Davis:
Please, don't quote me the price when I haven't got the time.
Bob Wallace:
You don't expect me to get serious with the kind of characters you and Rita have been throwing at me, do you?
Phil Davis:
Well, there have been some nice girls, too, you know.
Bob Wallace:
Oh yeah, yeah. Like that nuclear scientist we just met out in the hall.
Phil Davis:
All right, they didn't go to college. They didn't go to Smith.
Bob Wallace:
Go to Smith? She couldn't even spell it.
Phil Davis:
In some ways, you're far superior to my cocker spaniel.
Phil Davis:
Give me one reason, one good reason, why we should spend our last two hours in Florida looking at the sisters of Freckle-Face Haynes, the dog-faced boy.
Bob Wallace:
Let's just say we're doing it for an old pal in the army.
Phil Davis:
Well, it's not good, but it's a reason.
Phil Davis:
It's cozier, isn't it? Boy, girl, boy, girl.
[
to the Haynes sisters]
Phil Davis:
Mr. Wallace was just saying how remarkable it was that Benny Haynes' sisters should have eyes...
[
voice cracks]
Phil Davis:
...I mean, blue eyes. That is eyes...
Bob Wallace:
Nice out.
[
after Betty finds Judy and Phil embracing]
Betty Haynes:
What is this? The best two outta three?
Judy Haynes:
I guess I got carried away.
Phil Davis:
Yeah, she carried me right with her - I don't weigh very much.
Judy Haynes:
We're booked for the holidays.
Phil Davis:
Vermont, huh?
Judy Haynes:
Oh, Vermont should be beautiful this time of year, with all that snow.
Phil Davis:
Yeah, you know something... Vermont should be beautiful this time of year, with all that snow.
Judy Haynes:
That's what I just said.
Phil Davis:
We seem to be getting a little mixed up.
Judy Haynes:
Maybe it's the music.
Phil Davis:
Maybe it isn't only the music.
Bob Wallace:
Miss Haynes, if you're ever under a falling building and someone offers to pick you up and carry you to safety, don't think, don't pause, don't hesitate for a moment, just spit in his eye.
Betty Haynes:
What did that mean?
Bob Wallace:
It means we're going to Vermont.
Phil Davis:
How much is "wow"?
Bob Wallace:
It's right in between, uh, "ouch" and "boing".
Phil Davis:
Wow!
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
There's no Christmas in the Army!
[
General Waverly has told the jeep driver to take the new Commanding General back to Headquarters via a short cut]
Joe, Adjutant Captain:
[
pointing after the departed jeep] That's not the way to Headquarters!
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
Joe, *you* know that, and *I* know that, but the General doesn't! At least he won't for the next two hours.
Joe, Adjutant Captain:
That sergeant will be a private in the morning.
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
[
wearily] Yes, isn't he lucky.
[
General Waverly has come downstairs for the Christmas Eve show in his uniform]
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
[
to Susan] You didn't expect me to come down in my bathrobe, did you?
Bob Wallace:
[
into his water glass] Pushing, pushing.
Phil Davis:
[
describing his kind to Judy] I'm the 'I-don't-mind-pushing-my-best-friend-into-but-am-scared-stiff-if-I-get-anywhere-near-it' kind.
Phil Davis:
[
after performing "Sisters"] Hey, we're a smash let's take a bow!
Bob Wallace:
We'll take a bow down to the jail house!
Phil Davis:
[
about the train tickets] I don't have them. I must have left them in my girdle.
Phil Davis:
[
about Betty] I've got a flash for you: she's a real slow mover.
Phil Davis:
I've got a flash right back for you: she's in there with the champ.
Phil Davis:
[
about Bob's idea to help the General] I think it's ridiculous, impossible, and insane!
Bob Wallace:
Anything else?
Phil Davis:
Yes, I wish I'd thought of it first.
Judy Haynes:
[
about Betty] Yesterday, she couldn't sleep. Today, she won't eat. She's in love.
Phil Davis:
Well if that's love, somebody goofed.
Phil Davis:
[
describing his injury after "falling down the stairs] Probably just a small internal muscular hemorrhage.
Ex-Soldier:
[
attempting to button his uniform pants] Captain, these things have shrunked!
Bob Wallace:
Well, your appetite hasn't shrunk.
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
[
to Capt. Wallace] Don't just stand there - how do I get off?
Phil Davis:
We like to take care of our friends.
Betty Haynes:
But we're practically strangers!
Phil Davis:
Uh, we like to take care of that too.
Betty Haynes:
But I don't understand. Why are you doing this? I mean, what's in it for you?
Phil Davis:
Forty-five minutes all to myself.
Phil Davis:
We wouldn't be any good as generals.
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
You weren't any good as privates
Betty Haynes:
[
singing on the train] I want to wash my hands, my face, my hair with snow.
Phil Davis:
Oh,I hope I can take back the electric blanket back.
Bob Wallace:
Where's that?
Phil Davis:
Under the underwear.
Bob Wallace:
We ate, and then he ate. We slept and then he slept.
Phil Davis:
Yeah, then he woke up and nobody slept for forty-eight hours.
Phil Davis:
[
Buying train tickets] Uh, I don't seem to have any cash.
Bob Wallace:
Where'd you leave that? In your snood?
Emma Allen:
[
Regarding the inn] This place used to be a grist mill and a barn. Now it's a Tyrolean haunted house.
Phil Davis:
We looked at this big ski lodge and said isn't it ideal. That's the word we used, ideal. Absolutely, ideal.
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
We've acknowledged that the ski lodge is ideal.
Betty Haynes:
Why, all of a sudden, are people so concerned about my eating habits? Why don't people just leave me alone?
Judy Haynes:
[
after creating her phony engagement with Phil] Don't you think we ought to kiss or something?
Phil Davis:
[
Obviously nervous] Not until it's absolutely necessary.
Bob Wallace:
[
Regarding Phil] I don't know what you see in this tall drink of charged water, but after you get to know him he's almost endurable.
Bob Wallace:
[
to Judy] You're lucky! You might have been stuck with this weirdsmobile for life!
Betty Haynes:
Mr. Bones? Mr. Bones? How do you feel, Mr. Bones?
Phil Davis:
Rattlin'!
Betty Haynes:
Mr. Bones feels rattlin'. Ha ha. That's a good one. Tell a little story, Mr. Bones.
Bob Wallace:
A funny little story, Mr. Bones!
Phil Davis:
How do you stop an angry dog from biting you on Monday?
Betty Haynes:
That joke is old. The answer is to kill the dog on Sunday!
Phil Davis:
That's not how you stop a dog from biting you on Monday!
Betty Haynes:
How do you bring a thing about?
Phil Davis:
Have the doggy's teeth pulled out!
Betty Haynes:
Oh, Mr. Bones, that's terrible!
Phil Davis:
Uh-huh.
Betty Haynes, Bob Wallace:
Yes, Mr. Bones, that's terrible!
Phil Davis:
Uh-huh.
Judy Haynes:
Looks like it's absolutely necessary.
Bob Wallace:
I have a feeling I'm not going to like this.
Phil Davis:
I have a feeling you're gonna hate it.
Bob Wallace:
Then why should I do it.
Phil Davis:
Let's just say we're doing it for an old
Bob Wallace, Phil Davis:
pal in the army... yeah
[
Bob leaves to go make a phone call]
Phil Davis:
[
sighs] I don't know what's going on, but he has that Rodgers and Hammerstein look in his eyes.
Betty Haynes:
Is that bad?
Phil Davis:
Not bad, but always expensive.
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
I got along just fine without you in the Army.
Emma Allen:
Yeah. It only took 15,000 men to take my place.
[
after Bob has found out about Phil and Judy's phony engagement]
Judy Haynes:
It's just that she's always been something of a mother hen.
Phil Davis:
Yeah, and we wanted Mother Hen to leave the nest so that Little Chick could... I guess we laid an egg.
Bob Wallace:
An egg? Brother, you laid a Vermont volleyball!
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
How could you have sent all my suits to the cleaners?
Emma Allen:
[
laconically] You only have two.
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
Well then I would think that you'd send them one at a time.
Judy Haynes:
[
to Phil] You are not exactly Superman, but you are awfully available.
Bob Wallace:
Hey, Davis! How you feelin'?
Phil Davis:
Pretty good, Captain.
Bob Wallace:
Just dropped by to thank you for saving my life.
Phil Davis:
Well, uh, it was a life worth saving.
Betty Haynes:
Look who's talking about guilt!
Bob Wallace:
What do you mean by that?
Betty Haynes:
I mean you shouldn't mix fairy tales with liverwurst and buttermilk.
Bob Wallace:
What did you have for lunch today?
Betty Haynes:
I didn't have lunch.
Bob Wallace:
Maybe you ought to eat some.
Phil Davis:
[
singing 'Choreography'] Through the air they keep flying, like a duck that is dying.
Doris:
[
after Phil and Judy announce their engagement at the party] I sure wish it would happen to me.
Mr. Herring, General's Party Guest:
How do you do?
Doris:
Mutual, I'm sure.
Bob Wallace:
You ought to be horsewhipped. First you, then you, and then you again.
Phil Davis:
[
Looking at Judy; to Bob] Hey, how about those big brown eyes?
Bob Wallace:
[
Looking at Betty] No, they're blue.
Phil Davis:
[
Still looking at Judy] Brown.
Bob Wallace:
[
Still looking at Betty] Uh-uh, blue.
Phil Davis:
[
Follows Bob's gaze and sees Betty] Oh, yeah. *Deep* blue.
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