Bye Bye Birdie
Mae Peterson: I got maybe one tenth a normal heart
Kim McAfee: Harry, do you have a cigarette? I've run out.
Harry McAfee: So have I, how 'bout my pipe?
Harry McAfee: I know that showbiz type! I never told you this, but one summer I worked with the circus... all those midgets... WILD! They're probably livin' in sin.
Doris McAfee: Harry Lionel McAfee!
Harry McAfee: They've been engaged for six years. Don't tell me they haven't...
Doris McAfee: We were engaged for five years.
Harry McAfee: He's not as stupid as I was.
[after Kim has dyed her hair]
Harry McAfee: You dare defy your mother?
Kim McAfee: Well, it's my hair.
Harry McAfee: Not till you're 21!
Harry McAfee: Nice? Heh HEH! I know that show business crowd - probably living in sin.
Harry McAfee: No matter how many millions I make selling Speed-Up, I'll still be the same humble, lovable guy I always was. And if any of those hicks try to push me around, I'll break 'em.
Rose DeLeon: [singing] Everything is Rosie... cha-cha-cha! 'Cause my name is Rosie... si si si!
Mae Peterson: Goodbye, Rosie.
Rose DeLeon: Goodbye, Mae.
Mae Peterson: Call me Mrs. Peterson.
Doris McAfee: Tell me, Mrs. Peterson, what does your husband do?
Mae Peterson: I don't know, he's dead.
Mae Peterson: [singing] Kids! Never once appreciate how I sacrificed. Working, slaving, scrimping, saving pennies... and livin' with your father!
Rose DeLeon: Well we could sure use the money. Any day now we'll have another mouth to feed.
Ed Sullivan: Rosie, you're not even married.
Rose DeLeon: His mother!
Randolph MacAfee: I respect ya, Papa!
Harry McAfee: I don't want your respect! Who wants respect from a ten-year-old kid?
Ballet manager: This ballet has historic significance. It was performed the same day as the funeral of the Tzar. Lenin himself made the arrangement.
Albert Peterson: Lenin arranged music?
Ballet manager: No, funerals.
Hugo Peabody: [singing] You don't know how to live? You'd get pinned if you could!
Harry McAfee: The next time I have a daughter, I hope it's a boy!
Mae Peterson: Now, don't try to pay me back, son. I forgive you. So what if you're an ingrate? So long as you're happy.
Albert Peterson: I don't wanna be happy!
Rose DeLeon: [after Albert hears his mother calling him] Boy meets girl, boy looses girl, boy gets mother. Yeesh!
Ballet manager: Save your life? Me? My friend, if you are sick, see a doctor.
Albert Peterson: "If you are sick, see a doctor." You speak English?
Ballet manager: Saves time.
Borov: And for you, I will not go too fast.
Rose DeLeon: We shall see!
[Birdie opens a can of beer, which sprays on Mr. McAfee]
Harry McAfee: That's my favorite brand.