Casanova Brown

Casanova Brown:
As for my character. I believe I behave responsibly. I'm not overly susceptible to girls.

Mr. Ferris:
If the poor can get any satisfaction out of being proud, well, why not? It costs nothing.

Casanova Brown:
I think you got exactly what you deserved for being a shameless, unmitigated scoundrel.

Mr. Ferris:
I suppose so. But it was a bitter disappointment just the same.

Mr. Ferris:
[inside the Church] Where's the sucker?

Mrs. Ferris:
Oh, John! I do wish you wouldn't refer to him in that way! Supposing someone heard. What would they think?

Mr. Ferris:
[unfazed] Where's the sucker?

Casanova Brown:
[dreamily] Her eyes were like burned, charred embers in a field of snow.

Mr. Ferris:
Big face, eh?

Mr. Ferris:
[discussing his wife] I used to dream of outliving her. Just sit it out, as it were. But along came Madge. And then her sister. And now that odious child.

Mrs. Drury:
[on hearing her new son-in-law's name] Casanova!

Mr. Drury:
Is this an Italian fellow?

Mrs. Drury:
A historical character, Father. [pause] Rather fast.

Mrs. Drury:
To me a liar is lower than a cigarette fiend.

Mrs. Drury:
I would as soon as associate with a time bomb!

Casanova Brown:
Why would a New York girl have to go to Chicago to have a baby?

Mr. Drury:
Shoot him! Shoot him before he gets too far!

Charles, the Butler:
I cahn't, sir. It isn't loaded.

Casanova Brown:
A man's not capable of taking care of a baby according to the courts. He can build bridges, he can fly around the world, he can be president and run the whole United States, but taking care of a child is too much for him! For that you've got to be a woman. Any woman!

Expectant Father:
This is a maternity hospital, brother. If they had nine watches, they wouldn't tell a father what time it was.

Mr. Ferris:
Leave it with me and rest assured I will handle it with all the tact and delicacy of a crooked diplomat.

Mr. Ferris:
[after blithly telling his daughter the groom isn't coming] What do you all say we catch a movie tonight?

Hotel Manager:
Why don't you get some goldfish? No trouble at all and they die overnight!

Isabel Drury:
Everybody's a stranger to a newborn baby. Don't you understand? She doesn't know anybody.

Frank, the Bell Captain:
That's the way they say they make jockeys. Poor a little gin in their wheaties.

Casanova Brown:
It is my baby, isn't it?

Isabel Drury:
Technically, yes.

Casanova Brown:
What's the idea of giving my technical baby away?

Mr. Drury:
Is this the same fellow that was marrying all the rest of them?

Mr. Ferris:
He's in a nuptial rut.