Joe: You don't want me, Sugar. I'm a liar and a phony. A saxophone player. One of those no-goodniks you keep running away from. Sugar: I know, every time. Joe: Sugar, do yourself a favor. Go back to where the millionaires are, the sweet end of the lollipop, not the cole slaw in the face, the old socks and the squeezed-out tube of toothpaste. Sugar: That's right. Pour it on. Talk me out of it. (She grabs him to kiss him.)

A smart girl is one who knows how to play tennis, golf, piano -- and dumb.

You know, most people really don't know me.

I learned to walk as a baby, and I haven't had a lesson since.

What do I wear in bed? Why, Chanel No. 5, of course.

I've always wanted a baby.

President Kennedy is very democratic and very penetrating.