Corie Bratter:
Paul, I think I'm gonna be a lousy wife. But don't be angry with me. I love you very much - and I'm very sexy!
Ethel:
I feel like we've died and gone to heaven - only we had to climb up.
Ethel:
Make him feel important. If you do that, you'll have a happy and wonderful marriage - like two out of every ten couples.
[after five non-stop, newlywed nights in a hotel room, as a packed lift door opens, to her new husband]
Corie Bratter:
Thank you, Mr. Dooley. Next time you're in New York, just call me up.
Corie Bratter:
Six days does not a week make.
Corie Bratter:
You're almost nearly perfect!
Paul Bratter:
That's a rotten thing to say!
Victor Velasco:
No, you said "Fly you have a waiter in my soup."
Corie Bratter:
Well I did! He put his hand in my soup to get the fly out!
Harry Pepper, Telephone man:
My name's Harry Pepper if you ever have any trouble with line, do me a favor, don't ask for Harry Pepper.
Paul Bratter:
Good-bye leaky closet.
Victor Velasco:
Shama shama elma commama!
Victor Velasco:
So what are you, a folk singer?
Corie Bratter:
No, a wife!
Paul Bratter:
Well, I'm 26, and cold as hell!
Ethel:
I had to park the car three blocks away. Then it started to rain so I ran the last two blocks. Then my heel got caught in a subway grating. When I pulled my foot out, I stepped in a puddle. Then a cab went by and splashed my stockings. If the hardware store downstairs was open, I was going to buy a knife and kill myself.