Sylvia Blair: What do you suppose it'll be like here next Christmas when we're gone? Do you think EMERAC will throw a party? Ruthie Saylor: Oh, don't talk that way. It's bad luck to talk like that. It's Christmas! Bunny Watson: It's Christmas. Peg Costello: Well, if we do get canned, we won't be the only ones to lose our jobs because of a machine.
Ruthie Saylor: Are you sure you want this mistletoe right over the door? Sylvia Blair: Certainly! Then if anything good drifts in we can grab him!
Bunny Watson: Oh, I remember what: my other bottle of champagne. Peg Costello: If you take that champagne back to Legal, you won't even get another swallow. Bunny Watson: That's right. Maybe I'd better drink it right here. Join me, Peg? Peg Costello: Certainly. How does champagne go with Four Roses, Scotch, Martinis, and Bloody Marys? Bunny Watson: Oh, fine. They're all the same base: alcohol.
Bunny Watson: Have some tequila, Peg. Peg Costello: I don't think I should. There are 85 calories in a glass of champagne. Bunny Watson: I have a little place in my neighborhood where I can get it for 65.
Sylvia Blair: (telephone rings) Reference department, Miss Blair. Oh, yes, we've looked that up for you, and there are certain poisons which leave no trace, but it's network policy not to mention them on our programs.
Bunny Watson: (pointing to a large stuffed bunny Mike has) Aren't you going to introduce me to Harvey?
Peg Costello: I could tell from the way he was lookin' at me that if I were any other kind of girl, it would've been the start of a beautiful romance. Bunny Watson: More power to you! You're lonely, but more power to you!
Richard Sumner: You were late this morning. Bunny Watson: I know. But it's alright - I brought a note from my mother.
Peg Costello: I love legal - it's all men!
Bunny Watson: (as she is about to go meet Mike) How do I look? Peg Costello: Too good for him.
Bunny Watson: Did you invent something that carries the mail?
Richard Sumner: (watching the computer result on "Corfu", which is mistaken as "curfew") What the devil is this? Bunny Watson: (also having a look) It's the poem, "Curfew Shall Not Ring Tonight". Isn't that nice? (reciting) Bunny Watson: "Cromwell will not come till sunset, and her lips grew strangely white... as she breathed the husky whisper, curfew must not a-ring tonight." Miss Warriner: (while Bunny goes on) Mr. Sumner, what can I do? Richard Sumner: Nothing. You know you can't interrupt her (the computer) Richard Sumner: in the middle of a sequence. Miss Warriner: Yes, but, Mr. Sumner... Richard Sumner: Quiet! Just listen. Bunny Watson: "She had listened while the judges read, without a tear or sigh, at the ringing of the curfew, Basil Underwood must die." Richard Sumner: Uh, how long does this go on? Bunny Watson: That old poem has about 80 stanzas to it. Richard Sumner: Where are we now? Bunny Watson: She has reached the topmost ladder. O'er her hangs the great dark bell, awful is the gloom beneath her like the pathway down to hell. Lo, the ponderous tongue is swinging. 'Tis the hour of curfew now, and the sight has chilled her bosom, stopped her breath and paled her brow." (telephone rings) Bunny Watson: "Shall she let it ring? No, never! Flash her eyes with sudden light, as she springs and grasps it firmly... (answers the phone) Bunny Watson: curfew shall not ring tonight!" They hung up... And I know another one! "Out she swung, far out, the city seemed a speck of light..."
(Sumner answers the phone while the girls are at a Christmas party) Richard Sumner: Hello? Santa Claus's reindeer? Of course I can... let's see, there's Dopey, Grouchy, Sneezy, Sleepy, Happy, Bashful, Rudolph and Blitzen! You're welcome!
Richard Sumner: I'll bet you write beautiful letters.
Mike Cutler: (to Richard Sumner) I supposed I should have called first? Richard Sumner: Yes, do that next time.