Harry Leeds, Owner of Chez Harry: Charlie, look! Charlie, look! They're making love, they're making love!
Charles Dyer: I beg yours, I beg yours, rub-a-dub.
Charles Dyer: I mean you're hardly Genghis Khan, so don't waft your feathers too high or we'll see your corsets!
Harry Leeds, Owner of Chez Harry: [consoling Charlie] We'll build a staircase up to the sky. We'll not be lonely, flying so high.