Every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from.
Let's get out of these wet clothes and into a dry Martini.
I only have 'yes' men around me. Who needs 'no' men?
You may think you're in love when the passions of sex get hold of you, but if you didn't love the man before, you won't love him after. Like him, maybe, but not love him.
I enjoyed the courtroom as just another stage but not so amusing as Broadway.
Tira begins to sing "I'm No Angel" to him as the screen fades: Baby, I can warm you with this love of mine. I'm No Angel. Aw, let me feel my fingers running through your hair, I can give you kisses. . . .