Alice Adams

Mrs. Adams:
Malena fell down the cellar stairs!

Virgil Adams:
Did she break any of our things?

Arthur Russell:
A penny for your thoughts. No. A poor little dead rose for your thoughts, Alice Adams.

Arthur Russell:
[walking with Alice on the street, discussing her brother] I thought it was quite original, his, uh, amusing himself with the cloakroom attendants.

Alice Adams:
[laughs] Walter is original. You know, he's a very odd boy. I was afraid you'd misunderstand him. He tells the most wonderful darkie stories and he'll just do anything to get them to talk to him. [laughs] We think he'll probably write about them some day. He's rather literary.

[first lines]

Florist:
Good afternoon.

Alice Adams:
Yes, I'd like to buy a corsage, something nice to wear to the party.

Florist:
Yes. Ooh, that's the - that's the Palmer party, I suppose.

[last lines]

Arthur Russell:
I heard a great deal at Mildred's this afternoon, too.

Alice Adams:
So they did talk about me.

Arthur Russell:
Yes, they talked about you a lot. And I found out one thing. I love you, Alice.

Alice Adams:
Gee whiz!

Arthur Russell:
I love you.

Virgil Adams:
Why, you think you're going to be pushed right spang up against a wall - you can't see any way out, or any hope at all - then something you never counted on turns up - and you kind of squeeze out of it, and keep on going.

J. A. Lamb:
I've lived long enough to know that circumstances can beat the best of us - yes, the best of us.