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Dexter: Do you suppose, sir, speaking of eye-openers…?
Uncle Willie: Oh, that’s the first sane remark I’ve heard today. Come along, Dexter, I know a formula that’s said to pop the pennies off the eyelids of dead Irishmen.

Connor: I’m testing the air. I like it but it doesn’t like me.

Dexter: I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know, at one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.

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

Sidney Kidd: You hate me, I trust, Miss Imbrie.
Elizabeth Imbrie: No, I can’t afford to hate anybody. I’m only a photographer.