–Who was it?
–Just a taxi driver, Miss Harrington. You left the award in his cab and he brought it back.
–Oh, put it on one of the trunks, will you? I want to pack it.
–Sure, Miss Harrington.
1) Oh waiter… 2) That’s not a waiter, my dear, that’s a BUTLER 1) Well I can’t yell -Oh butler- can I ? maybe somebody’s name is Butler! 2) You’ve got a point. An idiotic one, but a point.
All of a sudden, she’s playing Hamlet’s mother!
Bill’s here, baby.
Bill’s thirty-two. He looks thirty-two. He looked it five years ago, he’ll look it twenty years from now. I hate men
BILL; seams, seams!
MARGOT; He cant keep his eyes of my legs.
BILL; Like wrinkled orange peels.
MARGOT; Byron couldnt have said it better!
Does Miss Channing know she ordered domestic gin instead of imported gin, by mistake?
It was no mistake and I hope it burns.
Everybody has a heart, except some people.
Fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.
Fasten your seatbelts. It’s going to be a bumpy night.
Funny business, a woman’s career, the things you drop on the way up the ladder so you can move faster. You forget you’ll need them again when you get back to being a woman. It’s one career all females have in common–being a woman. Sooner or later we’ve got to work at it no matter how many other careers we’ve had or wanted. And in the last analysis nothing is any good unless you can look up just before dinner or turn around in bed and there he is. Without that you’re not a woman. You’re something with a French provincial office or a book full of clippings but you’re not a woman. Slow, curtain, the end.
Him: A Hollywood movie star just arrived.
Her: Shucks, and I sent my autograph book to the cleaner.
I admit I’ve seen better days, but I’ll still not be had for the price of a cocktail like a salted peanut.
I don’t know that I’d ‘take you’ for anything.
I hate men.
I haven’t got a union. I’m slave labor.
I’m afraid Mr. De Witt would find me boring before too long.
I’m so happy you’re happy
If equity or my lawyer can’t or won’t do anything about it I will personally stuff that pathetic, little, lost lamb down Mr. De Witt’s ugly throat.
Look closely, Eve. It’s time you did. I am Addison De Witt, I’m nobody’s fool, least of all yours.
Miss Casswell is an actress, a graduate of the Copacabana School of Dramatic Art.
P1; Did Miss Channing know she ordered domestic gin instead of imported gin by mistake?
P2; It was no mistake and I hope it burns.
she’s a loose lamb in a jungle
She’s like she was studying you, like you were a play or a book or a set of blueprints.
To those of you who do not read, attend the theater, listen to unsponsored radio programs or know anything of the world in which you live, it is perhaps necessary to introduce myself. My name is Addison De Witt. My native habitat is the theater. In it, I toil not, neither do I spin. I am a critic and commentator. I am essential to the theatre.
Well I can’t just call out ‘butler’, can I? Someone’s name might be Butler.
Why do they all look like unhappy rabbits?
You won’t bore him, honey. You won’t even get a chance to talk.
You’re maudlin and full of self-pity. You’re magnificent.
You’re too short for that gesture.
You’re too short for that gesture. . . .
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