Having a Wild Weekend (1965)
Zissell: She could be anywhere.
Duffie: Well, that's why you chose her, isn't it? I mean, that's her image. Rootless. Classless. Kookie! Product of affluence. Typical of modern youth.
Zissell: Have you tried the boy's flat?
Guy: Nothing I can get you?
Dinah: No thanks. I seem to have everything a girl could possibly want.
Guy: I must agree with you there.
Zissell: In some ways it was very stimulating - trying to guess your next move, arrive at your destination before you - which I did.
Dinah: But, you missed the journey.
Zissell: The story of my life.
Laraine: I'd like to go to drama school for a couple of months to learn poise. But, my boyfriend says it'll kill my spontaneity.
Guy: Love and harmony everywhere, Nobody cared for gold, Happiness reign supreme, Too too good to be true
Guy: It was only...
Dinah: Are you really going to Spain? You don't care what happens to me once you get me to the island, do you?
Steve: Don't go back to Zissell.
Dinah: Why do you want to get there? Why can't you enjoy the journey?
Steve: You give up too easily.
Ad Exec: The girl's a personal success. But, is she selling meat? Is she the right image?
Guy: One can't help but admiring the youthful impudence and elan of your gesture.
Mike: Is there a point to this story, or are you just intoxicated by the music of the words?
Rick: Where's Laraine?
Mike: Helping Dinah.
Rick: Helping her what?
Rick: Change? What was she changing into?
Mike: Wait and see. Perhaps a frog.
Rick: Or a man.
Mike: That would be a scandal.
Harmonica Player: Got any splifs, man?
Harmonica Player: Pot.
Harmonica Player's Friend: Got any H? Horse.
Harmonica Player: King Normal.
Zissell: Advertising is not a game which can be played by the rules. Advertising is total war. One must play it with any weapons that come to hand. Brandy?
Dinah: Isn't it awful how everyone has to get old - and everything gets broken. Not much hope, is there?
Guy: Young people are callously hopeful.
Dinah: It's completely deserted. It smells of dead holidays, doesn't it?
Dinah: You look tired, Leon.
Zissell: Are you surprised? I've had to explain your disappearance to all those barons of beef.
Zissell: As long as you enjoyed it.
Dinah: It was a gas, Leon! You should have come.
Zissell: Perhaps, next time.
Nan: Are all the others like you?
Steve: In what way?
Nan: So saturnine. So well-built.
Steve: Oh, they're absolutely gorgeous.
Dinah: You were saying - dry rot, woodworm, death watch Beatle?