Heaven Can Wait

His Excellency:
If you meet our requirements, we'll be only too glad to accomodate you. Would you be kind enough to mention, for instance, some outstanding crime you've committed?

Henry Van Cleve:
Crime? Well, I'm afraid I can't think of any. But I can safely say that my whole life was one continuous misdemeanor.

Mademoiselle:
In your papa's time, papa kiss mama and then marry. But this is 1887! Time of bicycle, the typewriter has arrive, soon everybody speak over telephone, and people have new idea of value of kiss. What was bad yesterday is lot of fun today. There is a wonderful saying in France: "Les baisers sont comme des bonbons qu'on mange parce qu'ils sont bons." This mean: "Kiss is like candy. You eat candy only for the beautiful taste, and this is enough reason to eat candy."

Henry Van Cleve:
You mean I can kiss a girl once...

Mademoiselle:
Ten times! Twenty times! And no obligation.

Martha:
I didn't want to be an old maid. Not in Kansas!

Martha:
Oh, Henry, I know your every move. I know your outraged indignation. I know the poor weeping little boy. I know the misunderstood, strong, silent man, the worn-out lion who is too proud to explain what happened in the jungle last night.