Ann Arden Grenville:Did you have lunch?
Billy Grenville Jr.:I ate... something.
Cordelia Grenville Hardington:Mother, please stay for more than a just a few minutes. Ann did make a point of inviting you.
Alice Grenville:That's because she's learning social camoflage. If nothing else.
Grace Grenville:You must admit she has wonderful legs.
Cordelia Grenville Hardington:She's a showgirl, Cordelia, they all have legs like that. They have to.
Billy Grenville Jr.:Did he invite you to dinner? Did he? No, probably more like, "Why don't you come watch me play polo sometime, it'll give you a chance to wear that tiara!"
Babette Van Degan:How is Billy?
Ann Arden Grenville:Just like the man I married.
Babette Van Degan:Oooo, lucky you!
Ann Arden Grenville:Why do they call you Bratsie?
Bratsie Bleeker:Because I'm a spoiled brat, why else? Why are you called Ann?
Ann Arden Grenville:I wasn't. Well, I guess I better tell you, I was born Ursula Mertens. and it didn't fit on the billboard, and my agent changed it. You know, I'll bet it didn't matter to you what you were called.
Bratsie Bleeker:Still doesn't.
Ann Arden Grenville:Has the maid been here while i was out?
Billy Grenville Jr.:Why, no towels?
Ann Arden Grenville:Uh, I know this is a four-star Hotel, but I've never known the maids to wear Chanel no. 5 while scrubbing out the tub.
Billy Grenville Jr.:I'll complain to the manager.