- Helen: WIth your voice, you ought to be on the stage.
- Ruth Whitney: Don't tell my husband that. He hates show people.
- Helen: Ooh - well, what's he gonna do about this party?
- Ruth Whitney: He isn't going to know about it. He's leaving town for a few days.
- Helen: Oh, I wish my husband would do that. It would save quite a few arguments.
- Ruth Whitney: [singing] Lovable, lovable. How I'd love to be your one and only / Could you care a little bit for lonely me...
- Ruth Whitney: [singing] Then the radio croons a tune, about the moon in silvery streams / Until it's time to go up the stairs, where someone shares your cradle of dreams...
- [first lines]
- First Woman Diner: Isn't she perfectly charming?... But my dear, she has no background.
- Second Woman Diner: One would hardly want to be seen dining out with her.
- First Woman Diner: I should say not!
- Dr. Jim Whitney: I won't have my wife mingling with a lot of hams!
- Actor: Hams? Why, that's not fair, doctor. Your profession may cure sickness, but we cure the blues. And many times, we forget our own troubles to cheer the audience into a brighter outlook on life.
- Waiter: Hide the silverware - here comes the actors.
- [last lines]
- Dr. Jim Whitney: Can't you do that later? I want my breakfast now!
- Maid: Yes, sir! Just a minute, doctor.
- [he's stunned to hear his wife singing in the kitchen]
- Ruth Whitney: [bringing egg] It's just right.
- Dr. Jim Whitney: Right? Why, it's perfect.