- Martha Shumway: [discussing Cathy] Ohh, falling in love with that young deaf-mute boy. Now what kind of marriage can she have?
- Mary Hartman: At least they won't argue.
- Martha Shumway: I don't know what this argument is between you and Tom, but I do know this: even if you are miserable living with him, it's the only way you're gonna be happy!
- Sgt. Foley: Are you a little nervous?
- Mary Hartman: No. Why, do I seem a little nervous? No, I'm not, I'm not nervous. Why, because I'm a married woman having a cocktail in a cocktail lounge in the middle of the afternoon with a good looking person?
- [last lines]
- Sgt. Foley: Mary, let's go up to my place. It's comfortable there, it's quiet, we can talk.
- Mary Hartman: I-I don't know. I'm just not sure I should. You see, I have butter, you know, back there, and it'll melt.
- Sgt. Foley: Waiter!
- [after summoning waiter, turns back to Mary]
- Sgt. Foley: We can put it in my refrigerator.
- Mary Hartman: Oh, well, I guess it'll be all right then.
- Sgt. Foley: [waiter appears at the table] The check. And the butter.