- Commissary Clerk: [going over the just-arrived-from-Newark plane's inventory with Nan] Four thermos, trays okay, sheets... you're one pillow slip short.
- Nan Hudson: Yeah, I'm savin' it for my hope chest.
- [sees Mary approaching]
- Nan Hudson: Hello, Mary!
- [to clerk]
- Nan Hudson: Count 'em again!
- Commissary Clerk: How will I get them back to commissary... and you needn't be so crabby!
- Nan Hudson: [with attitude] Have you ever been to Newark?
- [walks away]
- Nan Hudson: [annoyed] Wait'll I get my hands on that Artie, I'll teach him to stand me up for two hours on a street corner... kick that stratosphere plane right out from under him.
- Thelma: How come you picked a street corner in the first place, you know Artie...
- Nan Hudson: Well, I figured it'd be nice and noisy, 'cause every time he comes over to my apartment he falls asleep before I can get him out.
- Rita: You must be awfully entertaining.
- Nan Hudson: Look, I'd hate to see what would happen to him if he fell asleep in *your* apartment.
- Rita: [gets up from sofa] What do you mean by that?
- Nan Hudson: [with attitude] What do you think I mean?
- Rita: I think it's a nasty crack. Why don't you take x-ray pictures of your mind and sell them at stag parties.
- Nan Hudson: How do you know what they sell at stag parties, you just keep your hooks out of Artie, that's all!
- Rita: *That* cluck, as if anybody'd fall for him but you.
- Nan Hudson: Look, you'd fall for anything with pants on and you know it! Now don't say I didn't warn you!
- [shoves Rita's shoulders]
- Rita: [shoves Nan back] Don't push me!
- Nan Hudson: What are you talkin' about!
- [they grab each other and fall to the floor, fighting]
- Rita: What makes you so sure that Chick didn't ask me to marry him?
- Nan Hudson: O-o-oh, that's easy, he didn't want you. He didn't want to do his shopping on a *used* car lot.
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