- Slate Shannon: What can I do for you?
- Mr. Day: It's about a girl, a young girl - wild, impetuous.
- Sailor Duval: No, thank you. He already has one.
- Helen Day: Do we know each other?
- Sailor Duval: I'm Sailor Duval. I know your father.
- Helen Day: Daddy does run a thriving sugar plantation and it is well known that sugar attracts...
- Sailor Duval: Don't say it.
- Helen Day: I said it. Sugar attracts - period.
- Slate Shannon: Now let me tell you something, Mr. Blair. You're going broke this very night and you can count on it.
- Blair: I'm going to indulge you, Shannon, because I like small and controllable dramas, but I promise you one thing - you're not going to get back on shore alive.
- [last lines]
- [Sailor has tipped Slate out of the hammock and taken his place]
- Sailor Duval: Slate...
- Slate Shannon: Yeah.
- Sailor Duval: The sun's in my eyes.
- Slate Shannon: So.
- Sailor Duval: So, make a shadow.
- [Slate leans over Sailor in the hammock to kiss her]