George M. Cohan:
My mother thanks you, my father thanks you, my sister thanks you, and I thank you.
[George M. Cohan comes into apartment and smells something cooking]
George M. Cohan:
Mmmmm... ham or bacon?
Mary:
Bacon.
George M. Cohan:
Good. Ham makes me self-conscious.
George M. Cohan:
Thanks, Sam. It'll be great as long as those critics don't start to eat off my leg.
Sam Harris:
Oh, don't worry about the critics! You got a smash hit! It's in the air, kid! It's in the air! You can't stop anything that's in the air!
[first lines]
Critic #1:
I call it a hit. What'll your review say?
Critic #2:
I like it too, so I guess I'll pan it.
[last lines]
Sergeant on parade:
What's the matter, old timer? Don't you remember this song?
George M. Cohan:
Seems to me I do.
Sergeant on parade:
Well, I don't hear anything.
[Cagney starts singing along]