Child of Manhattan

Mrs. McGonegal:
[Speaking with a heavy Irish accent] He ain't no gintleman!

Madeleine McGonegal:
He is so a gentleman; half the time I couldn't understand a word he was sayin'.

Mrs. McGonegal:
Probably a Grake or an Eye-talian or somethin'.

Madeleine McGonegal:
He's not a Greek, nor an Italian neither. He's from New York City, but he *is* a gentleman!

Mrs. McGonegal:
Then look out! I seen plenty a gintlemen when I was a housemaid on Fifth Avenue afore I married your pa, rist 'is soul, and compared to ordinary men... huh!

Mrs. McGonegal:
[after thinking for a moment] Say, niver, niver walk upstairs in front of a gintleman. Sure, they have their pints, but they're dangerous!

Aunt Minnie:
You could knock me over with a fender.

Madeleine McGonegal:
Mexico is no place to talk of marriage.

Madeleine McGonegal:
You're just what a man is supposed to be. All grown up, sort of.