The Honeymoon Machine

Lt. Fergie Howard:
Beau'll join you as soon as he gets into his civvies.

Lt. Beau Gilliam:
My civvies?

Lt. Fergie Howard:
You brought 'em, didn't ya?

Lt. Beau Gilliam:
Yeah. But I won't wear 'em, Fergie.

Lt. Fergie Howard:
I beg your pardon?

Lt. Beau Gilliam:
Well you saw the duty board this morning. We were specifically ordered to wear whites. Any officer caught ashore in his civvies is gonna have his tail in a sling. And the order was signed by Admiral Fitch himself.

Lt. Fergie Howard:
Old Foghorn.

Jason Eldridge:
Fergie, we agreed not to break any regulations we didn't have to.

Lt. Fergie Howard:
Uh huh. But we have to. We can't get into the casino in Navy uniforms. It's off limits.

Lt. Beau Gilliam:
Off limits? And in civvies too? I'll be breaking two regulations at once!

Lt. Fergie Howard:
That's right, it's sort of a package deal. Now get in there and get out of that uniform and that's an order, Lieutenant *junior* grade Gilliam!

Lt. Fergie Howard:
Jason are you a wealthy man?

Jason Eldridge:
I'm a scientist, all scientists are poor, it's the law.

Julie Fitch:
We're in the suite below, I must have stepped off at the wrong floor.

Lt. Fergie Howard:
Not as far as I'm concerned.

Lt. Fergie Howard:
Just because a fellow makes a small killing at roulette does not mean you have to stick your claws into him.

Jason Eldridge:
Fergie will you stop, we've known each other for years. Besides, she's got 60 million of her own.

Lt. Fergie Howard:
What system do you use?

Pam Dunstan:
The capitalistic system.

Julie Fitch:
The truth of it is Mr Howard, and this may hurt - you are a nice fellow.

Lt. Fergie Howard:
I deny that.

Lt. Fergie Howard:
Any girl that would double-cross her own father, that's my kind of woman.

Tommy Dane:
Did Pam tell you the good news?

Jason Eldridge:
She told me the news.

Pam Dunstan:
Say something nice about Tommy Dane or I'm leaving... Well?

Jason Eldridge:
I'm thinking.

Pam Dunstan:
Why did you run away, Jayson?

Jason Eldridge:
I didn't run away; I walked.

Pam Dunstan:
From me.

Jason Eldridge:
From you and forty million dollars, or is it fifty?

Pam Dunstan:
Sixty. Is it my fault my father manufactures frankfurters?

Jason Eldridge:
Nope. It's just that they are so profitable. I can just see the story in the society page: "Penniless professor weds weenie heiress."

Inspector of casino games:
There is-a no such-a thing as a system. There is-a no such-a thing as a system.

Pam Dunstan:
I came to Venice to marry Tommy Dane!

Jason Eldridge:
If you want to talk about something really ridiculous, you're on the right track. You don't love Tommy Dane; you don't even LIKE Tommy Dane.

Pam Dunstan:
I suppose I love you.

Jason Eldridge:
Well, don't you?

Pam Dunstan:
Yes, heaven help me.