- Alfred Gilbey: I don't know what's the matter with Charlie. I do hope he hasn't been taking my Benzedrine.
- Hotel Receptionist: [answering the phone] Hotel Kimberley. Good morning. Who? Mister Gilbey? Oh, hello, Alfred
- Alfred Gilbey: Listen, honey I want you to do something for me; if my wife turns up today, tell her Gloria was a greyhound
- Hotel Receptionist: Greyhound? Oh, really, Alfred. But what about the registration book?
- Alfred Gilbey: Oh, dear, oh dear... look, I'll tell you what - just put bitch in brackets
- Hotel Receptionist: [murmurs assent] What?