Sinora: My bathing suit doesn't fit. I look like a boy.
Carver: You'll grow into it.
Sinora: What if it falls off?
Carver: We'll give refunds.

Cliff: You know what that is? Death...and I defied it.

Al: Why did you never answer any of my letters?
Sonora: I never got any letters.
Al: Well, I wrote you just about everyday.
Sonora: What did you say?
Al: Stuff.
Sonora: What kind of stuff?
Al: Well... you know... stuff!

Marie: I am an actress. Not a circus performer. I am going to New York City. Next time you see me I am going to be a big star. And you will still be shoveling manure.

Doctor Carver: Can you shovel manure?
Sonora: Manure just happens to be my specialty.