Tommy (after a kiss): Whew... what technique!

Mrs. Monroe: Am I blushing?
Party Gent: Can you?

Eve: Did that lad know his stuff! When he kissed you, you stayed kissed!
Ann: Eve, do you let boys kiss you?
Eve: Are you kidding me?
Ann: No.
Eve: Nobody could get that dumb in forty years.

Ann: Is your mother going to marry that Mr. Wheeler?
Eve: Marry him? What for? Why, dad hasn't even agreed to a divorce yet.

Eve: Say, did you know that Tommy's all hot and bothered about you?
Ann: I kind of like him too.

Roadhouse patron: I crave entertainment! Where's that guy with his hand organ?

Ralph: Fred, look over there in the first booth, the little brunette. What a dish! Hey, would I like to put her in the book!
Fred: I didn't know you had any empty pages.
Ralph: Brother, loose-leaf system.

Mrs. Dixon: I can't imagine what's keeping Ann, so late.
Mr. Dixon: You ought to be used to it now. I certainly don't approve of the way these youngsters chase all the time.
Mrs. Dixon: Who's being old-fashioned now? I like to have her with young people. It's good for her.
Mr. Dixon: Don't you think it also might be good for her to come home to meals once in a while?
Mrs. Dixon: I'll put dinner on the table right away. We won't wait any longer for her.

Snoopy Neighbor: Well, why don't you phone the police? Are you going to phone the police or not?
Homer (enjoying the spectacle): Just a minute dear.

Mrs. Merrill: We're not here to punish. Our only hope, in fact our only aim in this juvenile department, is to help you youngsters, to set your feet again on the right road, to stop you before it's too late.
Ann: But, if it is too late.
Mrs. Merrill: But it isn't, if you put all this behind you. You can still make something fine and worthwhile of your life.
Ann: But mother and daddy will never forgive me.
Mrs. Merrill: I'm afraid they're going to have a harder time forgiving themselves.
Eve: Can we go now?
Mrs. Merrill: Not yet dear. I've sent for both your mothers, and of course you'll have to be examined first.
Ann and Eve: Examined?!

Mrs. Dixon: I can't believe it. I can't believe it. I always trusted Ann so.
Mrs. Merrill: Blindly, I'm afraid, Mrs. Dixon, like too many mothers. Our boys and girls today need more than trust. They need the armor of knowledge, of intelligent sex instruction, to protect them.

Eve: Ann, I'm going away with my father. He's been wonderful. I'd die for him.
Ann: I wish I were dead.
Abortionist (rolling up sleeve): I'm ready for the little lady.

Evan: You're just the guy I wanted to see.
Ralph: What's the matter, another sucker refuses to fall?
Evan: I've got this one right on the edge. So I'm throwing a party for him tonight, and it's got to be good. So here, God's gift to women, is where I need your help.
Ralph: Mine? For business or pleasure?
Evan: I'll take care of the business, and I'll cut you in on it.
Ralph: I catch on, brother. What kind of stock does the gent fancy...preferred or common?
Evan: Preferred by all means. And, uh, I understand he falls hard when it's a fairly...new...issue.

Ann: It seemed like such a beautiful road. But it was only a...[insert the film's title].

Compiled by Bret Wood