Tony Angelo: Tomorrow's Sunday, and the joint's closed, so we start tomorrow. What do you want to do? Katie Flanagan: Go to church. Tony Angelo: Huh?
Harriet Carruthers: I thought you were the one angel who wasn't afraid to tread anywhere.
Tony Angelo: The dames below got their tricks and the ones up here got theirs. And I'm beginning to get a little suspicious about you, Shamrock.
Sally Templeton: Is that so strange, that anybody should love a stupid, over-dressed, honest dope like Tony?
Tony Angelo: They're a bunch of no-good, stiff-necked snobs who think that the Almighty took time out to put extra blueing in their veins.
Sally Templeton: I know where I belong, and it's not on Snob Hill.