- Roy Cronin: Is Miss Deauville in?
- Mrs. Hobley: Oh, you're the young fella who was with her last night, aren't you? No, I'm afraid she isn't back yet.
- Roy Cronin: Oh, you mean she's out shopping, or something?
- Mrs. Hobley: Shopping's right!
- Roy Cronin: Say, are you an American?
- Myra: Say, are you a mind reader?
- Roy Cronin: Y-y-yeah. Listen, I'm an American too.
- Myra: You were one of the boys who couldn't wait, huh?
- Roy Cronin: Oh, I don't know about that. Found myself one morning with nothing to do. So, I thought I'd come to France.
- Myra: What for?
- Roy Cronin: Fun.
- Myra: Was it?
- Roy Cronin: No.
- Myra: I'd be ashamed to even introduce you to my people, if they were living, which they aren't. Thank God! And do you want to know why I'd be ashamed? Because my mother and father were a couple of drunken sots! And they lived in East St. Louis, that exclusion suburb! That's where I came from. I ran away and went on the stage because I was scared to stay in my own home! I was scared that one of them would kill me when they were liquored. That's how much aristocracy I am!
- Kitty: Look at Agnes Ellen. She's got four husbands in the army: two Australians, one Yorkshireman and her own husband. She's collectin' separation allowances from all of them. And what's more, she's makin' 'em all happy. Of course, with Agnes, there is the risk that two or three of 'er husbands might get leave at the same time. But, that shouldn't bother you with only one on your hands!
- Myra: Well, looks like the raids over, soldier.
- Roy Cronin: Does that mean you want me to buzz off?
- Myra: Well, it's gettin' kinda late.
- Mrs. Wetherby: You must come with us, Myra.
- Major Wetherby: Why, of course she must. You don't suppose I'm going to Camden without her. Motoring all day with me own family? Not likely.
- Myra: Did he say he'd marry me?
- Kitty: Well, not quite. But, he was coming to it though when you busted in and interrupted him. He's yours, I tell ya.
- Myra: What if I don't want him?
- Kitty: Well, what if you don't? What's the odds? All you have to do is go through with the ceremony, collect his separation allowance and live in luxury. Then, there's your insurance, if he gets knocked off in action.
- Major Wetherby: They tell me, some of the people in your country, are trying to do away with wine altogether. Curious idea!
- Mrs. Wetherby: Oh, that's all nonsense, darling. It's just a lot of talk.
- Janet Cronin: Nothing will come of it. You mustn't believe all you see in the papers. We're not as bad as all that!
- Mrs. Hobley: That common little soldier girl!
- Roy Cronin: What did you call her?
- Mrs. Hobley: I called her what she is! And what you know full well she is.
- Roy Cronin: Aren't you kinda careless about what you say?
- Mrs. Hobley: No! I'm choosing my words careful. More careful than I choose me lodgers.
- Roy Cronin: Where would I be likely to find her?
- Mrs. Hobley: Oh, anywhere along the Strand, Leicester Square, Piccadilly. And of course there's always Waterloo Bridge. A good many of 'em hangs about there to try to get the soldiers just coming in on leave.
- Mrs. Hobley: Of course, its none of my business, sir, what you do and what you don't do. But I know 'er and I know 'er kind... and if you take my advice, when you do see her, you'll take that receipt and you'll throw it in her painted face and then you'll 'ave no more to do with her! But traffic women, like 'ers, only leads to sin and sin leads to suffering. And a soldier like you has had enough of suffering in this awful war, without having to be contaminated and robbed by the likes of those...
- Roy Cronin: Oh, shut your dirty face!
- London Policeman: [walking up to some couples kissing in the park] Hey there, what do you think this is, the Garden of Eden?