Diana Prince: Perhaps if we could get one of our own agents into that beauty contest...
Major Steve Trevor: ...We might flush 'em out. Take a really beautiful girl, though. Someone with all the right qualifications.
Diana Prince: Well... I'd be willing to try...
Major Steve Trevor: Thanks, Diana. I'd know you'd do a wonderful job, but I'm afraid this calls for a really gorgeous girl, someone who looks great in a bathing suit.
Major Steve Trevor: It's funny, but seeing you in that dress makes me realize you look like somebody.
Diana Prince: Who?
Major Steve Trevor: [thinks for a moment] Joan Crawford.
Diana Prince: Well, I'm very flattered, sir.
Major Steve Trevor: Around the ankles.
Diana Prince: [no longer flattered] Thanks.
Rita: If sleep makes one beautiful, then all of you must have had insomnia for years!
Jack Wood: Listen, are they treating you girls all right?
[the girls enthusiastically indicate they do]
Jack Wood: Aw nuts, and I wore a rubber shirt so that you could cry on my shoulder.
Jack Wood: [to Diana] Meet me tonight on the firing range at twelve o'clock. Bring an evening gown and some bananas, because when I monkey around, I use real monkeys.
Lola Flynn: I can't let that happen. That's got to be stopped, now!
Monty Burns: It's not possible, Lola, dear. First because you're in this up to your fast wrinkling neck, and second because it's too late. It's already started.
Jack Wood: And how about that for a double-jointed baby doll? I mean, fold yourself up and wait for me in my glove-compartment.
Bad guy with gun: Look, it's Wonder Woman!
Major Steve Trevor: There's our luck, General, and it never came in a more beautiful package.
Etta Candy: I still don't understand what happened to Diana, Steve. She was supposed to be in the beauty contest.
Major Steve Trevor: Well, it's simple, Etta. When she found she'd have to share the stage with Wonder Woman, poor kid probably threw in the sponge. Ah, but what woman wouldn't? Wonder Woman is just too much.