White Christmas

Phil Davis:
When what's left of you gets around to what's left to be gotten, what's left to be gotten won't be worth getting, whatever it is you've got left.

Doris:
Well how do you like that? Not so much as a "kiss my foot" or "have an apple".

Bob Wallace:
How do you do?

Doris:
Mutual, I'm sure.

Phil Davis:
I want you to get married. I want you to have nine children. And if you only spend five minutes a day with each kid, that's forty-five minutes, and I'd at least have time to go out and get a massage or something.

Phil Davis:
That's very funny. Ho, ho, ho. The crooner is becoming the comic.

Phil Davis:
How can a guy that ugly have the nerve to have sisters?

Bob Wallace:
Very brave parenting.

Bob Wallace:
Oh, Phil, when are you going to learn that girls like that are a dime a dozen?

Phil Davis:
Please, don't quote me the price when I haven't got the time.

Bob Wallace:
You don't expect me to get serious with the kind of characters you and Rita have been throwing at me, do you?

Phil Davis:
Well, there have been some nice girls, too, you know.

Bob Wallace:
Oh yeah, yeah. Like that nuclear scientist we just met out in the hall.

Phil Davis:
All right, they didn't go to college. They didn't go to Smith.

Bob Wallace:
Go to Smith? She couldn't even spell it.

Phil Davis:
In some ways, you're far superior to my cocker spaniel.

Phil Davis:
Give me one reason, one good reason, why we should spend our last 2 hours in Florida looking at the sister's of Freckle-Face Haynes, the dog-faced boy.

Bob Wallace:
Let's just say we're doing it for an old pal in the army.

Phil Davis:
Well, it's not good, but it's a reason.

Phil Davis:
It's cozier, isn't it? Boy, girl, boy, girl.

Phil Davis:
Mr. Wallace was just saying how remarkable it was that Benny Haynes sisters should have eyes...

Phil Davis:
...I mean, blue eyes. That is eyes...

Bob Wallace:
Nice out.

Betty Haynes:
What is this? The best two outta three?

Judy Haynes:
I guess I got carried away.

Phil Davis:
Yeah, she carried me right with her - I don't weigh very much.

Judy Haynes:
We're booked for the holidays.

Phil Davis:
Vermont, huh?

Judy Haynes:
Oh, Vermont should be beautiful this time of year, with all that snow.

Phil Davis:
Yeah, you know something... Vermont should be beautiful this time of year, with all that snow.

Judy Haynes:
That's what I just said.

Phil Davis:
We seem to be getting a little mixed up.

Judy Haynes:
Maybe it's the music.

Phil Davis:
Maybe it isn't only the music.

Bob Wallace:
Miss Haynes, if you're ever under a falling building and someone offers to pick you up and carry you to safety, don't think, don't pause, don't hesitate for a moment, just spit in his eye.

Betty Haynes:
What did that mean?

Bob Wallace:
It means we're going to Vermont.

Phil Davis:
How much is "wow"?

Bob Wallace:
It's right in between, uh, "ouch" and "boing".

Phil Davis:
Wow!

Gen. Thomas F. Waverly:
There's no Christmas in the Army!

Bob Wallace:
When I figure out what that means I'll come up with a crushing reply.

Phil Davis:
We like to take care of our friends.

Betty Haynes:
But we're practically strangers!

Phil Davis:
Uh, we like to take care of that too.

Betty Haynes:
But I don't understand. Why are you doing this? I mean, what's in it for you?

Phil Davis:
Forty-five minutes all to myself.

General Waverley:
I managed perfectly well without you in the army

House keeper:
Yes, but you had 15000 men to take my place

My dear partner. When what's left of you gets around to what's left to be gotten, what's left to be gotten, won't be worth getting, whatever it is you've got left!

My dear partner. When what's left of you gets around to what's left to be gotten, what's left to be gotten, won't be worth getting, whatever it is you've got left! Danny Kaye to Bring Crosby

Bob to Emma, "What happened to all the snow?"

Emma, "Well, we take it in during the day."