Fiorello : [Driftwood, Fiorello, Tomasso and Ricardo are sitting on a park bench; Fiorello pushes Driftwood off the bench]  Now there's room. Otis B. Driftwood : [sarcastically]  Well, that's all I needed. I certainly am glad I met you boys. First, you get me kicked out of my job, then you get me thrown out of my hotel, and finally you push me off a park bench. Well, there's one consolation: nothing more can happen to me. Policeman : Hey, get off the grass. Otis B. Driftwood : Well, I was wrong. Otis B. Driftwood : [Driftwood tries to drink from a water fountain, only to have the water shrink away at low pressure]  People drink too much water, anyhow. I'm certainly glad you came along. The day you boys came into my life, I had a good job and was about to marry a rich widow. Now I can't even sit on the grass. Fiorello : I'd give you my seat, but I'm sitting here. Otis B. Driftwood : Well, that's an offer. I tell you, I'd like to think it over for a couple of days. Where can I find you? Fiorello : Don't worry. Wherever you are, you'll find us. Fiorello : I'm sick of that; let's meet somewhere else. Ricardo : [Tomasso whistles when Rosa appears]  It's Rosa! Fiorello : Rosa! Otis B. Driftwood : Well, at least I can get my bench back.

Fiorello : Ricardo, how do you feel? Ricardo : After a meal like that great. I could sing my head off. Cosi-Cosa. It's a wonderful word tra-la-la-la.

Ricardo : But I will still remember the happiness we've known.

Ricardo : And what was it you wanted to see me about? Rosa : I suppose I sent for you? Ricardo : Well you meant to. Didn't she, Marie?