- Everett Bauer: You find my touch repugnent?
- Carol Corman: [as she punches out] No, it's, uh, just that I haven't had my tetanus shot.
- Mary Hunter: Heaven knows, I've tried to be a good wife - to make a comfortable home for him. I've refurnished it three times in the past five years. I spend hours every day shopping for clothes to make myself attractive. I've even denied myself children to keep my figure for him. I know how vain men are about their wives. Twelve years of sacrifice, and what do I end up with? Every penny he's got!
- David Sloane: Harry, I've had martinis all over the world... and I can safely say... yours are the worst.
- Harry Hunter: [to Carol] But there's an opening in merchandising, and you have character, integrity, and principle. It'd be interesting to see if an executive could survive with such handicaps.
- Marcia Borie: Mr. Hunter, a nice man. But, ask his wife. Maybe he snores. They all have faults. I'm not looking forward to letting Lester's mother living with us; but, I'm realistic. I'm 33 and he's the last gas station before I hit the desert.
- David Sloane: Miss Corman, good-bye. They say that a man forgets pain and remembers pleasure. My memory of you will be a complete blank.
- Marcia Borie: Squashing one bug is not the answer to pest control. This town is overrun with Mr. Bauers.
- Marcia Borie: You know, every day hundreds of you out-of-town Cinderellas come pouring into New York expecting to meet Prince Charming at the corner bus stop. Do you know who you run into at that bus stop? Twelve other Cinderellas with the same idea.
- Marcia Borie: Tommy, I promised the customer. Look, it says, "Rush. Special."
- Tommy: [Delivery boy, Tommy] Don't yell at me, Miss Borie. I'm getting drafted tomorrow. I need all the love and affection I can get.
- Marcia Borie: Love you'll get from your sergeant.
- Harry Hunter: Now that we've established my guilt, I think you will concide that a promotion is a proper subject for discussion.
- Carol Corman: Not under these conditions. I would be accepting a bribe to remain quiet.
- Harry Hunter: Miss Corman, I always search for honesty and integrity. Its unfortunate to run across it at this particular moment. Couldn't you find it in your heart to be just a little corrupt?
- David Sloane: Ask him! Harry's never been a liar.
- Mary Hunter: I wouldn't degrade myself. My attorney will ask him that question.
- David Sloane: Your attorney? You'd spend $20,000 for an answer you could get by just simply turning over in bed and tapping your husband on the shoulder?
- Mary Hunter: You mean on those rare occasions when I find him there?
- Carol Corman: Pardon me.
- David Sloane: Yes?
- Carol Corman: Do you have the time?
- David Sloane: No.
- Carol Corman: It's 10 after five.
- [David thinks to himself: Harry didn't say she was bright]
- Carol Corman: I hope Lester's mother's better.
- Marcia Borie: Ever since we told her we're getting married, she's been bed-ridden with joy.
- Harry Hunter: Why is it, the only time a wife knows how you feel is when you feel it for another woman?
- Harry Hunter: There's a war going on in the suburbs. Do you want to know what life is like in those split-level trenches? I'm a casualty! I- I'm one of the walking wounded!
- Harry Hunter: When your marriage isn't going well, the last thing you look for is another woman.
- David Sloane: How come it's the first thing you find?
- Carol Corman: You're like one of the family.
- Roger: But that shouldn't rule out marriage. I mean, husbands are often thought of as one of the family.
- Carol Corman: Roger, uh I don't love you.
- Roger: Carol, marriage is a serious subject. Now, you mustn't drag in emotional issues. You see, in the insurance business, we deal in cold facts and research. We are a good marriage risk. Statistically, we will be in the upper third economic level. We will have 2.7 children.
- Carol Corman: Roger, I'm not questioning your figures, but I don't want a 0.7 child. I don't want a marriage blessed by a slide rule. It is an emotional decision.
- Roger: We have never tested your emotional reaction to me.
- Harry Hunter: Every time you have something important to say, you always soften the blow by insulting me first.
- Harry Hunter: How do you describe a saint?
- David Sloane: Usually, they're dead. Now a saint she ain't. So throw me a few of her mortal qualities.
- David Sloane: Have you any plans for tonight?
- Carol Corman: Just a convulsion.
- David Sloane: Wouldn't you rather have a drink?
- Harry Hunter: Now if you can get by that mental block, I have a feeling there's something you want to tell me.
- Harry Hunter: [Describing Muriel] Honest, loyal, selfless, devoted, dedicated, understanding. You've never met anyone like this.
- David Sloane: I don't think you have either. And I pity the wife of a man who thinks he has.
- Muriel Laszlo: When he comes home at night and he's quiet and you ask him what's wrong, and he says, "Nothing," never say, "What do you mean, nothing?' Because he doesn't mean nothing. It's something. If he really had nothing on his mind, he'd tell you all about it.
- Carol Corman: Oh. When I figure that out, I'm going to try to remember it.
- David Sloane: My name's David Sloane, and I find you terribly attractive. Are you married? You emotionally involved with any other man? Is there any other reason why you and I shouldn't have a drink together?
- [Carol shakes her head to each question]
- David Sloane: Let's go have drink.
- Carol Corman: [In her thoughts about David] Such a rare combination. So masculine and yet so sensitive.
- David Sloane: [In his thoughts about Carol] If she had the guts to tell me a story like that, why haven't I got the guts to hit her with that ketchup bottle?
- David Sloane: I have a friend who's in trouble. He doesn't know it, and I have to warn him.
- Carol Corman: You're the kind of man who would go out in the middle of the night to help a friend.
- Harry Hunter: [Pointing to a big shaggy dog in his station wagon] Mary's mother gave that to me as a present. She trained it. She would show it photos of me and say, 'Kill! Kill!'
- David Sloane: Harry, cradle the affectionate little creature in your arms. Add a wing to your house so Mary's mother can be with you forever.
- Harry Hunter: Will you roll up your sleeves so I can see the needle marks?
- Mr. Slotkin: You know, if Lewis and Clark had carried a line of men's clothing, the whole expedition would've been a flop.
- Mr. Slotkin: I just hope I don't end up in an old salesmen's home with a nurse who has no sense of humor.
- Carol Corman: [after her neighbor welcomes her with gifts] Bread and salt?
- Muriel Laszlo: It's tradition. It means, may there always be food in the house.
- Harry Hunter: Sloane, I'm ashamed to dignify this evil lie with a phone call. When I hang up, I expect you to walk into the next room, and soon after, I want to hear a gunshot.
- Harry Hunter: David, only a cruel, sadistic mind could think of that.
- David Sloane: Now you're beginning to appreciate me.
- Carol Corman: [as she throws darts at David's shirt hanging on the door] He's an animal. A depraved, cunning animal.
- Carol Corman: You don't just set people adrift on an ice flow when they've outlived their usefulness.
- Harry Hunter: This is anarchy, socialism, creeping Trotskyism. Isn't that what you told me in the cab?
- David Sloane: And you're going to take advice form a man that almost destroyed you? Look what I've done to you.
- David Sloane: Hey, when are you ever gonna learn, Harry?
- Harry Hunter: I trusted you.
- David Sloane: Oh, don't try to squirm out. Admit it. Your judgment was lousy.
- Harry Hunter: But this is an attack on my integrity.
- David Sloane: Integrity? When I came into your office telling poisonous, horrible lies about this saint-like creature, why didn't you have me tossed out?
- Harry Hunter: I don't know. Why didn't I?
- David Sloane: Because there's a flaw in your character, that's why, Harry.
- Harry Hunter: David, help me.
- David Sloane: If we only knew what turned decent people into Harry Hunters, evil would be erased from the face of the earth.
- [Harry buries his face into the mantlepiece and cries quietly]
- David Sloane: Aw, cry it out, baby, cry it out.