Nora: "How do you feel?" Nick: "Terrible. I must've gone to bed sober.

Three times I have been mistaken for a prohibition agent, but never had any trouble clearing myself.

Listen, Dundy, it's been a long time since I burst into tears because a policeman didn't like me.

Nick: "Don't you think maybe a drink would help you to sleep?" Nora: "No, thanks." Nick: "Maybe it would if I took one.

If you have a story that seems worth telling, and you think you can tell it worthily, then the thing for you to do is to tell it, regardless of whether it has to do with sex, sailors or mounted policemen.

I haven't laughed so much over anything since the hogs ate my kid brother.

I've been as bad an influence on American literature as anyone I can think of.