Bake Baker: I don't often try to apologize 'cause I seldom make any mistakes. Bake Baker: Gosh, you're glad to see me. [Bake pays only for himself] Cashier: Don'tcha friends dance? Bake Baker: Nah. They're underage. I hold 'em on my lap. Sherry Martin: It isn't really that gentlemen prefer blondes. It's just that we look dumber. Bake Baker: Let's kiss and make up. Sherry Martin: No, let's just make up. That'll give you something to work for. Sherry Martin: Well, I don't see any Admiral stripes on you! Bake Baker: I like to go incognito just to mingle with the boys. Bake Baker: Sherry tells me you're leaving. Well, that's probably the wisest thing to do. Run away! All this stuff about fighting for your man and all that makes things so complicated. Now, if all girls would just give up and run back to Bellport, then we'd definitely see the end of family life, little Junior would remain just an idea, and every man would burn his own toast. I thank you! Bake Baker: [about Bilge] He's stuck on that Iris Manning. Say, what's she like? Sherry Martin: Anything in a uniform. Kitty Collins: [to sailor trying to hit on her] Tell me, little boy, did you get a whistle or baseball bat with that suit?