- Jimmy Hudson: [after Louise pulls the pipe out of his mouth and throws it on the floor] You're gonna throw things, huh?
- Hotel Manager: You have already made of me one picture. You make me look like a bum.
- Jimmy Hudson: Can I help it?
- Mrs. Hamilton: You've been skedaddling around for years. And when you find the real girl, you let slip away from you.
- Mrs. Hamilton: Well, you haven't the brains you were born with.
- Jimmy Hudson: Well, maybe I haven't.
- Mrs. Hamilton: I know you haven't.
- Jimmy Hudson: All right! All right!
- Mrs. Hamilton: All right!