So Big!

Dirk De Jong:
You're just about the most attractive girl I've ever met

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
Very good. Kinda sterotyped, but still effective. Time out while I work up a maidenly blush.

Dirk De Jong:
Now this is your last chance. I'm not going to ask you this question any more. How about having dinner with me some night?

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
Love to.

Dirk De Jong:
When?

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
Oh, sometime in the distant future... say, um, tonight.

Dirk De Jong:
Perfect. Where would you like to go, the Casino?

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
Oh, let's not and say we did. Those upper-crust places make me jitter.

Dirk De Jong:
Well, how about Thompson's Lunch?

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
Oh, I'm still hunchbacked from sitting in those one-armed chairs. Let's go to a hotel--full of all sorts of people: actors, gamblers, thieves, bootleggers, ladies and...and women. That's my dish.

Dirk De Jong:
Must a man be an artist to interst you?

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
Good Lord, no! I'll probably marry some horny-handed son of toil, and if I do, the horny hands'll win me. I like them with their scars on them. There's something about a man who has fought for it: the look in his eye, the feel of his hands. You haven't a mark on you, Dirk, not a mark. You gave up being an architect because it was an uphill, disheartening job at the time. I don't say you should have kept on. For all I know, you were a terrible architect. But if you had kept on, if you'd loved it enough to keep on fighting and struggling, why that fight would show in your face today--in your eyes, in your whole being.

Dirk De Jong:
In the name of Heaven, Dallas, I have...

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
I'm not criticizing you, but...but you're all smooth. And I like 'em bumpy.

Simeon Peake, Gambler:
[Giving advice to his daughter Selina, when she was young] I want you to realize that this whole thing called Life is just a grand adventure. The trick is to act in it and look out at the same time. And remember: no matter what happens - good or bad - it's just so much velvet.

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
You know, you seem like much too nice a fellow to sit behind a desk, pushing buttons.

Dirk De Jong:
I haven't been a high-powered executive for long. I used to be an architect.

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
Why did you give it up?

Dirk De Jong:
Oh, nothing in it...

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
What do you mean, "Nothing in it"?

Dirk De Jong:
No money!

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
Who cares!... Gee, I'd rather plan the back door of a beautiful building, than sell all the bonds ever engraved.

Dirk De Jong:
Listen, Dallas, what do you think of me, anyway?

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
[Indifferently] You're a nice young man.

Dirk De Jong:
[Somewhat deflated] Oh, well that's like telling a fella' he "means well."

Miss Dallas O'Mara:
Sorry, but you asked for it.

Roelf, age 12:
Fields of cabbages just like you said, they are beautiful!

Julie Hempel:
Ha-ha-ha... Selina, aren't we funny looking?

Selina Peake De Jong:
I know I am. And, Julie Hempel, the size of your bustle!

Selina Peake De Jong:
You know, the bustle did hide a multitude of sins!

Reverend Dekker:
The collection this Sabbath morning, is for our foreign missions among the ignorant heathen in China.

Reverend Dekker:
Mrs. De Jong, the Hay Market is no place for a decent woman. There's drinking, card-playing, all manner of wickedness, daughters of Jezebel on the street going among the wagons.

Selina Peake De Jong:
Really!