- Lisa Della Robbia: They say there are great, pitch black spaces between the stars. I think they are between people too.
- Archimede: Those truffles have come from my farm in Tuscany. Rigoletto and I hunted for them last June. He with his nose and I with my stick - to hit him on the nose when he find the truffle. He loves truffles, Rigoletto
- Flora Preston: Mercy! Who is Rigoletto? Your son?
- Archimede: No. My pig, Madame
- [laughs]
- Archimede: A great hunter of truffles, my Rigoletto
- Flora Preston: What a strange name for a pig
- Archimede: Why not, Madame? He enjoys it, poor fellow. It gives him some style before the other pigs. My cow, I name her Aida; my ox: Don Giovanni. Oh, they're all very pleased.
- Mr. Farnum: Think you can take it?
- Gerald Fitzgerald: What do you mean?
- Mr. Farnum: I mean, have you any idea what it's like being married to an opera singer?
- Gerald Fitzgerald: Sure. I think I'm the luckiest man in the world.
- Mr. Farnum: You'll have to be.
- Lisa Della Robbia: Farnum, what a horrible thing to say.
- Mr. Farnum: I'm not talking against you, madame. It's your job.
- Lisa Della Robbia: You are his wife?
- Flora Preston: No.
- Lisa Della Robbia: His, uh, friend?
- Flora Preston: Yes.
- Lisa Della Robbia: Oh.
- Flora Preston: No! Not what you mean. Not at all.
- Lisa Della Robbia: Good! I must take him to my villa.