De Witt: That isn't a waiter, my dear. That's a butler.
Miss Casswell: Well, I can't yell, 'Oh, butler!' can I? Maybe somebody's name is Butler.
De Witt: You have a point. An idiotic one, but a point.
Miss Casswell: I don't want to make trouble. All I want is a drink.
Max: Leave it to me. I'll get you one.
Miss Caswell: (smiling) Thank you, Mr. Fabian.
De Witt: (congratulatory) Well done. I can see your career rising in the east like the sun.
"Fasten your seat belts. It's going to be a bumpy night."