Guys and Dolls

Nathan Detroit:
Everybody in the whole world who hates me is now here.

Sky Masterson:
One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to show you a brand-new deck of cards on which the seal is not yet broken. Then this guy is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of this brand-new deck of cards and squirt cider in your ear. But, son, do not accept this bet, because as sure as you stand there, you're going to wind up with an ear full of cider.

Nathan Detroit:
I have been running the crap game since I was a juvenile delinquent.

Miss Adelaide:
Speaking of chronic conditions, happy anniversary.

Harry the Horse:
I just acquired five thousand fish.

Nicely Nicely Johnson:
Five thousand? If it can be told, where did you take on this fine bundle of lettuce?

Harry the Horse:
I have nothing to hide. I collected the reward on my father.

Benny Southstreet:
It is an advantage to have a successful father. Nobody ever wanted my old man for as much as five hundred.

Sky Masterson:
For two weeks I gambled in green pastures. The dice were my cousins and the dolls were agreeable with nice teeth and no last names.

Sky Masterson:
The companionship of a doll is a pleasant thing even for a period of time running into months. But for a close relationship that can last us through all the years of our life, no doll can take the place of aces back to back.

Sky Masterson:
I am not putting the knock on dolls. It's just that they are something to have around only when they come in handy... like cough drops.

Sky Masterson:
Figuring weight for age, all dolls are the same.

Sky Masterson:
We have time to catch the last plane back to New York.

Sky Masterson:
Yeah? It also happens that people win with loaded dice.

Sky Masterson:
Do ya kid?

Sky Masterson:
I don't.

Sky Masterson:
General, on behalf of the former sinners of the future I would like to protest the closing of this mission.

Sky Masterson:
Daddy, I got cider in my ear

Nicely Nicely Johnson:
Nicely, nicely.

Sky Masterson:
I didn't ask how you are.

Nicely Nicely Johnson:
Don't.

Nathan Detroit:
Southstreet, give your testimony.

Benny Southstreet:
I plead the fifth commandment.

Sky Masterson:
You remember that tune pretty well.

Sergeant Sarah Brown:
It keeps running through my heart.

Sky Masterson:
It has words, you know.

Sergeant Sarah Brown:
Something about "amor, amor" I'll bet.

Sky Masterson:
It's about you. It's about you right now...

Sky Masterson:
Your eyes are the eyes of a woman in love...