Ida Downs : Oh! You're a dirty old man! Admiral : [to Connie]  Mrs. Philpotts, I wish to complain. This young woman molested me. Ida Downs : Well, I like that! Admiral : Whether you like it or not, my dear, is quite immaterial. Sid Fiddler : [to Ida]  Yes, all right, darling, I'll sort it out. Admiral : Cheeky little thing! I'd like to put her across my knee. Connie Philpotts : I'm sure you would, Admiral!

Ida Downs : What do you want us to wear? Sid Fiddler : Oh, anything that brings out your best... points Miss...? Ida Downs : Downs, Ida Downs. Sid Fiddler : Ah, I bet you come from Beds. Ida Downs : No - Bristol. Sid Fiddler : I should have guessed. Ida Downs : I've got a rather smashing two-piece swimsuit. Sid Fiddler : Great - just wear one piece of that! Ida Downs : Will they publish pictures like that? Larry : Not in my paper!