Auntie Mame

Auntie Mame:
Oh, Agnes! Here you've been taking my dictations for weeks and you haven't gotten the message of my book: live!

Agnes Gooch:
Live?

Auntie Mame:
Yes! Live! Life's a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!

Mame:
This will calm you down.

Agnes Gooch:
Oh, no! Spirits do the most horrible thing to me. I'm not the same person!

Mame:
What's wrong with that?

Agnes Gooch:
Will it mix with Dr. Pepper?

Mame:
He'll love it! Drink!

Mame Dennis:
Well, now, uh, read me all the words you don't understand.

Patrick Dennis:
Libido, inferiority complex, stinko, blotto, free love, bathtub gin, monkey glands, Karl Marx... is he one of the Marx Brothers?

Patrick Dennis:
...Neurotic, heterosexual...

Mame Dennis:
Oh, my my my my, what an eager little mind.

Mame Dennis:
You won't need some of these words for months and months.

Auntie Mame:
Run along to Ito and tell him to bring me a light breakfast - black coffee and a side car. Oh, oh. And a cold towel for your Auntie Vera.

Patrick Dennis:
Is she in the guest room again?

Auntie Mame:
Since Sunday, dear. Now run along to Ito and hurry my tray, darling. Your Auntie needs fuel.

Auntie Mame:
Hurry my tray, darling. Your auntie needs fuel.

Dwight Babcock:
For nine years, Mame Dennis Burnside, I have done everything in my power to protect this boy from your idiotic, cockeyed nincompoopery.

Emory:
Hot damn! My sister's gonna bust a gut!

Mame Dennis:
That's a B. It's the first letter of a seven-letter word that means your father.

Patrick Dennis:
Is the English lady sick, Auntie Mame?

Auntie Mame:
She's not English, darling... she's from Pittsburgh.

Patrick Dennis:
She sounded English.

Auntie Mame:
Well, when you're from Pittsburgh, you have to do something.

Auntie Mame:
Oh, you know I really am fascinated by aviation. I never knew they did it all with rubber bands.

Auntie Mame:
Please dear, your Auntie Mame is hung.

Vera Charles:
If you kept your hair natural like I do...

Auntie Mame:
If I kept my hair natural like yours, I'd be bald.

It may be drab, but it’s clear!!

Mame:
Pack the martinis Ito, we're going to Connecticut!

Mame Dennis:
Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death!

Mame Dennis:
Spitting distance? How vivid!

Mame Dennis:
Are we all lit?

Mame Dennis:
Child, how can you see with all that light?

Mame Dennis:
There's no such place as San Francisco.

Gloria Upson:
Bunny Bixler and I were in the semi-finals—the very semi-finals, mind you—of the ping-pong tournament at the club and this ghastly thing happened. We were both playing way over our heads and the score was 29-28. And we had this really terrific volley and I stepped back to get this really terrific shot. And I stepped on the ping-pong ball! I just squashed it to bits. And then Bunny and I ran to the closet of the game room to get another ping-pong ball and the closet was locked! Imagine? We had to call the whole thing off. Well, it was ghastly. Well, it was just ghastly.

Gloria Upson:
Books can be awfully decorative, don't you think?