Sweet Bird of Youth (1962)
Chance Wayne: The big difference between people is not between the rich and the poor, the good and the evil. The biggest of all differences between people is between those who have had pleasure in love and those who haven't.
Boss Finley: [to Nonnie] Me... What about me?
Aunt Nonnie: [Parting words to Boss Finley] You? You can go straight to hell!
Chance Wayne: Well, some more oxygen?
Alexandra Del Lago: No. No, I must look hideous in it.
Chance Wayne: Oh, no, honey. You just look exotic. Yeah. Like a princess from Mars or a... big magnified insect.
Chance Wayne: I had my picture on the cover of Life magazine! Woo-ha!
Chance Wayne: And at the same time I was... employing my other talent, lovemaking.
Alexandra Del Lago: That may be the only talent you were ever truly meant for.
Boss Finley: [to Chance Wayne, after referring to him as 'Prince'] I once had a dog called Prince. I had to butcher him to keep all the bitches in town from being violated.
Chance Wayne: George, George. You're the only grown man I know that still says "gee" and "golly" and "gosh."
Dr. George Scudder: Well, I'm not as sophisticated as you.
Chance Wayne: Oh, man. Don't you know only squares drink gin martinis with olives?
Scotty: Leroy, did you know this is Chance Wayne... the famous Hollywood and Broadway celebrity?
Bud: Sure. All bartenders become movie stars. Right, Chance?
Chance Wayne: Oh, well. What he's trying to say is that I had your job for too long.
Chance Wayne: This is pretty high-class pot. Where'd you get it?
Alexandra Del Lago: You beautiful, stupid young man. That is not pot. It's hashish, Moroccan, and the finest.
Dr. George Scudder: [He's just observed Chance popping a pill] What is that you just took?
Chance Wayne: [Indifferently] A pill.
Dr. George Scudder: What kind of pill?
Chance Wayne: Oh, Benny. Benzedrine.
Dr. George Scudder: On prescription?
Chance Wayne: Yeah, sort of...
Chance Wayne: [Cynically] A goofball makes the world keep its balance.
Chance Wayne: [Parting words to Alexandra del Lago] Princess, each of us has his own private hell to go to.
Heavenly Finley: [Parting words to her father] Papa, I'm never comin' into that house again.
Alexandra Del Lago: [after looking at Chance Wayne, who seems quite proud of his looks] Well, I may have done better... but God knows I have done worse.
Alexandra Del Lago: [to Chance Wayne] I don't remember the face, but your hands are familiar.
Heavenly Finley: No one in love is free. Or even wants to be.
Heavenly Finley: You have an illusion of power, poppa!
Boss Finley: I have power and that's no illusion.
Boss Finley: A lot of folks say they like what I did but they don't like the way I did it.
Alexandra Del Lago: Did we spend the night together?
Chance Wayne: Oy, yes, ma'am. But I did not molest you.
Chance Wayne: [intervening as he sees Fly the bellboy unzipping Princess's/Alexandra's luggage] Hey! What're you doin'?
Fly: Don't you want these unpacked sir?
Chance Wayne: Oh, well uh, the Princess is kinda finicky about her things; I'll take care-a that later.
Fly: Yes sir.
Chance Wayne: And uh, about that bottle...
Fly: [without looking back and obviously showing friendly discretion] I didn't see any bottle Mr. Wayne.
Chance Wayne: How'd you know my name?
Fly: I used to wait tables at the Country Club when you'd come dancing with the same young lady; that pretty young lady, Boss Finley's daughter.
Chance Wayne: Yeah. What're you called?
Fly: Fly, just like the fly sir.
Chance Wayne: Fly, now when you haul up the rest of the things could you uh bring up a bottle-a vodka and some ice?
Fly: Yes sir.
Chance Wayne: And uh, write yourself a 5 dolla tip on the check.
Fly: Yes sir.
Chance Wayne: Now uh, shoo Fly.
[Fly leaves the hotel suite]