- Tricky: I want a girl who's smart, a girl who can teach me things. I hate stupid women. You know why? You marry a stupid girl, you have stupid kids. You don't believe me? Follow a stupid kid home and see if somebody stupid don't answer the door.
- Mr. Sharon: You were with that boy.
- Mary: He's not a boy. He's a man.
- Mr. Sharon: He's not a man. He's a gigolo. Do you know what a gigolo is? It's a fancy word for whore.
- Mary: There are many words for whore, and I'm sure you're acquainted with all of them.
- Mary: Remove this peasant from my party! Take his friend, too. I'm having trouble breathing.
- Christopher Tracy: Maybe if you took off your chastity belt, you could breathe a little mo' betta!
- Christopher Tracy: If two people really loved each other, they couldn't be separated no matter what happened.
- Christopher Tracy: I love you.
- Mary: [angrily] No, you don't.
- Christopher Tracy: Then I hate you.
- Mary: [more sincerely] No, you don't.
- Christopher Tracy: Then I love you.
- Mary: Define love.
- Tricky: [mocking Christopher after he got stood up] I'll meet you at the club in two hours.
- Christopher Tracy: I got waylaid.
- Tricky: No, you got la-aid!
- Christopher Tracy: [writing something on a napkin] It's obvious that little Miss Mary has never been off the city block.
- [holds up napkin, which has "Wrecka Stow" written on it]
- Mary: What is that? Some new language?
- Christopher Tracy: Read it. Do you know what it is?
- Mary: It's nothing, you ninny. And you know it, but you won't confess it because you're such a coward.
- Christopher Tracy: It is something, something you don't know, and you won't confess that because *you're* a coward!
- Mary: This is silly, and you're a child!
- Christopher Tracy: [taunting Mary] I go to dinner without my father's permission. Now, read it aloud so we can all hear how knowledgeable you are!
- Mary: Wrecka stow.
- Christopher Tracy: [laughs at Mary's pronounciation] Do you know what it is?
- Mary: Wrecka stow, wrecka stow, it's nothing!
- Christopher Tracy: [laughing] It is something. Come on, say it again louder.
- Mary: Wrecka stow.
- Christopher Tracy: Louder!
- Mary: Wrecka stow! I give up. What is it?
- Christopher Tracy: If you wanted to buy a Sam Cook a'blum, where would you go?
- Mary: [rolls her eyes] The wrecka stow.
- Mary: You know, I could breathe a lot easier if the air weren't so utterly polluted by your presence.
- Mary: If you don't get out of my house, I'll have my father's guards throw you out!
- Christopher Tracy: Why? 'Cause you ain't bad enough to do it yo'self?
- Christopher Tracy: I ain't afraid of shit!
- Tricky: You afraid of bats?
- [they see bats on the roof of the restaurant they are at]
- Christopher Tracy, Tricky: BATS!
- [they run out, screaming]
- Mary: [practicing her retort] "Maybe if you took off your jock strap, you could breathe a little easier!" I should've said that. I should've said, "Chastity belt? You're sadly mistaken, sir. I wear a cestus. Perhaps you've heard of it? It's an embroidered girdle originally worn by Venus, and it inspires love. Perhaps you've heard of love? I doubt it." He's just a peasant. He doesn't even know who Venus is.
- Christopher Tracy: [talking about Isaac Sharon] He's a little possessive, don't you think?
- Mrs. Wellington: He likes to collect things, including people.
- Christopher Tracy: You must be his prized possession.
- Tricky: Good evening, ladies. Tricky's the name, and love is my game. You ain't got no money, I love you just the same.
- Christopher Tracy: It's no fun to depend on other people for rides.
- Mary: Especially not when you're used to taking them for rides the way you do.
- Christopher Tracy: What do you want from me, Mary?
- Mary: To know what you want from me.
- Christopher Tracy: I want to take you on a trip to the moon.
- Tricky: Got me out here in the middle of the night watching a window. Handle the money and leave the drawers to me.
- Mrs. Wellington: [Christopher writes something on a check] Fa you?
- Christopher Tracy: Tell him it's Chinese.
- Christopher Tracy: Why is your father such a punk?
- Mary: I beg your pardon?
- Christopher Tracy: Why does he shit on so many people?
- Mary: You are a peasant.
- Christopher Tracy: What makes me a peasant? How much money I got, or what's in my heart?