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(first lines)
General Harold G. Carlton: Stop the jeep, Sergeant. What's this all about, Captain?

(last lines)
Phil Davis, Bob Wallace, Betty Haynes, Judy Haynes: (singing) And may all your Christmas be white.

Phil Davis, Judy Haynes: (singing) Even guys with two left feet come out alright if the girl is sweet.

Phil Davis: (singing) Instead of dance, it's choreography.

(Susan and the General enter the ballroom to find two rows of soldiers forming a path to the stage)
Bob Wallace: (Steping up to the General and saluting) Troops ready for inspection, sir!
Joe, Adjutant Captain: (Leaning toward the General) Just routine, sir.

Betty Haynes: (singing "I Wish I Was Back In The Army") The soldiers and the WACs / The WACs who dressed in slacks / Dancing cheek-to-cheek and pants-to-pants.

Gen. Thomas F. Waverly: ("inspecting the troops" at the inn) I am not satisfied with the conduct of this division. Some of you men are under the impression having been at Anzio entitles you not to wear neckties. Well you're wrong. Neckties will be worn in this area! And look at the rest of your appearance. You're a disgrace to the outfit. You're soft! You're sloppy! You're unruly! You're undisciplined!
(pause)
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly: And I never saw anything look so wonderful in my whole life. Thank you all!

Bob Wallace: Where's all the snow?
Emma Allen: We bring it indoors during the day!

Phil Davis: (Looking at Judy; to Bob) Hey, how about those big brown eyes?
Bob Wallace: (Looking at Betty) No, they're blue.
Phil Davis: (Still looking at Judy) Brown.
Bob Wallace: (Still looking at Betty) Uh-uh, blue.
Phil Davis: (Follows Bob's gaze and sees Betty) Oh, yeah. *Deep* blue.

Bob Wallace: You ought to be horsewhipped. First you, then you, and then you again.
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Mr. Herring, General's Party Guest: How do you do?
Doris: Mutual, I'm sure.

Doris: (after Phil and Judy announce their engagement at the party) I sure wish it would happen to me.

Phil Davis: (singing 'Choreography') Through the air they keep flying, like a duck that is dying.

Betty Haynes: Look who's talking about guilt!
Bob Wallace: What do you mean by that?
Betty Haynes: I mean you shouldn't mix fairy tales with liverwurst and buttermilk.
Bob Wallace: What did you have for lunch today?
Betty Haynes: I didn't have lunch.
Bob Wallace: Maybe you ought to eat some.

Bob Wallace: Hey, Davis! How you feelin'?
Phil Davis: Pretty good, Captain.
Bob Wallace: Just dropped by to thank you for saving my life.
Phil Davis: Well, uh, it was a life worth saving.