Don: Dignity – always dignity.
Lina: People? I am people.
Cosmo: Make ’em laugh!
Lockwood: Try to get this straight. There is nothing between us. There has never been anything between us. Just air.
Lina: Oh Donny! You couldn’t kiss me like that and not mean it just a teensy bit!
Don: Meet the greatest actor in the world! I’d rather kiss a tarantula.
Lina: You don’t mean that.
Don: I don’t – hey Joe! Get me a tarantula.
Lina: Gee, this wig weighs a ton! What dope’d wear a thing like this?
Rosco: Everybody used to wear them, Lina.
Lina: Well then everybody was a dope!
Cosmo: Sure! Make a musical! The new Don Lockwood! He yodels! He jumps about to music!
Kathy: Don, you’re not through!
Cosmo: Why of course not. Why, with your looks and your figure, you could drive an ice wagon or shine shoes!
Kathy: Block hats!
Cosmo: Sell pencils!
Kathy: Dig ditches!
Cosmo: Or worse still, go back to vaudeville!
Lockwood: Cosmo, call me a cab.
Cosmo: Okay, you’re a cab.
Lina: If we bring a little joy into your humdrum lives, it makes us feel as if our hard work ain’t been in vain for nothing.