Uncle Willie: [hungover] Awww...this is one of those days that the pages of history teach us are best spent lying in bed.

C. K. Dexter Haven: [looking for the "hair of the dog"] Do you s'pose, sir, speaking of eye-openers...?
Uncle Willie: Oh, that's the first sane remark I've heard today. C'malong, Dexter, I know a formula that's said to pop the pennies off the eyelids of dead Irishmen.

Macaulay (Mike) Connor: I'm testing the air. I like it but it doesn't like me.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Oh it's all right Tracy. We all go haywire at times and if we don't, maybe we ought to.

Tracey Lord: Oh, Mike, put me in your pocket!

Macauley Connor: The prettiest sight in this fine pretty world is the privileged class enjoying its privileges.

Tracey Lord: The time to make up your mind about people is never.

Tracey Lord: You hardly know him.
C.K.Dexter Haven: To hardly know him is to know him well.

C.K.Dexter Haven: Of course, Mr.Connor, she's a girl who is generous to a fault.
Tracey Lord: To a fault.
C.K.Dexter Haven: Except to other people's faults.

C.K.Dexter Haven: Sometimes for your own sake, Red, I think you should have stuck to me longer.
Tracey Lord: I thought it was for life but the nice judge gave me a full pardon.

C.K.Dexter Haven: Orange juice, certainly.
Tracey Lord: Don't tell me you've forsaken your beloved whisky and whiskies.
C.K.Dexter Haven: No-no-no-no. I've just changed their colour, that's all. I'm going for the pale pastel shades now. There're more becoming of me.

C.K.Dexter Haven: I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wifes. You know one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.

Magaret Lord: We both might face the facts that neither of us has proved to be a very great success as a wife.
Tracey Lord: We just picked the wrong first husband.