Tracy Lord: South Bend, it sounds almost like dancing.
Tracy Lord: English history has always facinated me. Cromwell, Robin Hood, Jack the Ripper. Where did he teach? You're father, I mean.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: There's a cousin, Joanna, who's definitely crazy. Macaulay Connor: Who told you that. Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Dinah. Macaulay Connor: Well Dinah would know.
Macaulay Connor: C.K. Dexter Haven, what kind of a name is that? Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Macaulay Connor is no homespun tag, my pet. Macaulay Connor: Yeah, well you just try calling him Macaulay.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: I remember your honeymoon quite well. You and she on a little sail boat, the "True Love", wasn't it? C. K. Dexter Haven: Yes it was. How did you know? Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: I was the only photographer whose camera you didn't smash. You were terribly nice about it. You threw it in the ocean. Macaulay Connor: Oh, one of those. C. K. Dexter Haven: Yes I had the strange notion that our honeymoon was our own.
Librarian: What is thee wish? Macaulay Connor: I'm looking for some local b - what'd you say? Librarian: What is thee wish? Macaulay Connor: Um, local biography or history. Librarian: If thee will consult with my colleague in there. Macaulay Connor: Mm-hm. Dost thou have a washroom? (the librarian points) Macaulay Connor: Thank thee.
Seth Lord: What most wives fail to realize is that their husband's philandering has nothing whatever to do with them. Tracy Lord: Oh? Then what has it to do with? Seth Lord: A reluctance to go grow old, I think.
Margaret Lord: I think that dress hikes up a little behind... Dinah Lord: No, it's me that does.
Macaulay Connor: (after Tracy has declined his last-minute marriage proposal) But they're in there! They're waiting! Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Don't get too conventional all at once, will you? There'll be a reaction.
George Kittredge: (to horse) What's the matter, Bessie? You seem worried. Dinah Lord: Maybe that's because his name is Jack.
Macaulay Connor: (drunk) I bring you greetings and Cinderella's slipper, champagne. Champagne is a great leveleler... leveleler. It makes you my equal. C. K. Dexter Haven: Not quite. Macaulay Connor: Well, almost my equal.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: (referring to Dinah) What's this? Macaulay Connor: Idiot, probably.
Uncle Willie: (hung over, moans as the pony cart Dinah's driving hits a bump) Dinah Lord: What's wrong? Uncle Willie: Oh, nothing, nothing. My head just fell off, that's all.
Macaulay Connor: My father was a history teacher. Tracy Lord: English history has always fascinated me. Robin Hood, Cromwell, Jack the Ripper. Where did he teach? Your father I mean.
Macaulay Connor: (calling outside his house) C.K. Dexter Haven! Oh, C.K. Dexter Haven! C. K. Dexter Haven: (coming to the door in his pajamas) What's up? Macaulay Connor: You are. C. K. Dexter Haven: I only hope it's worth it. Come in.