Jimmy: Are you crying? Are you crying? There’s no crying in baseball!
Kid: What’s your rush, dollbody? What do you say we slip in the back seat, and make a man out of me?
Dottie: What do you say I smack you around for a while?
Kid: Can’t we do both?
Doris Murphy: Where’d you get that dress?
Mae Mordabito: Borrowed it.
Doris Murphy: It don’t fit you, Mae, it’s too tight.
Mae Mordabito: I don’t plan on wearing it that long.
Doris: Ohh! I don’t know why you get dressed at all.
Jimmy: Use your head…that lump three feet above your ass.
Dottie Hinson: Lay off the high ones!
Kit Keller: I like the high ones!
Dottie Hinson: Mule!
Kit Keller: Nag!
Helen: Has anyone seen my new red hat?
Dottie: Oh, piss on your red hat.
Shirley Baker: Her. M – mi – mil – mil – milky, milky. White, white. Milky white.
Evelyn Gardner: Mae. What are you giving her to read?
Mae Mordabito: Oh, what the difference does it make? She’s reading, okay? That’s the important thing. Now go away, go, shoo, shoo. Go ahead, Shirley, you’re doing good.
Shirley Baker: Thanks, Mae. Milky white bre – breasts.
Mae Mordabito: It gets really good after that. Look. The delivery boy walks in..
Scout: Did you tell the cows you’d write?