One Jump Ahead

Paul Banner:
Look, Judy, I don't know the object of this visitation, but I would like to point out that it's one o'clock in the morning and that your husband might conceivably misconstrue the purity of your motives.

Judy:
What a pompous little speech, darling. Can I have a cigarette?

Judy:
You don't know what it is to *need* beautiful things, need 'em so bad you could die for the want of them.

Maxine:
I shall always look back on this as one of my gayest evenings - ruins, a body and Scotland Yard sandwiches. What more could a girl ask?