You were one. Now go and do yourself some good. De Witt: Because that's what they are. To each of us and all of us, never have we been more close, may we never be farther apart. He'll write great plays for me, I'll make them great. I've seen every performance...I'd like anything Miss Channing played in...I think that part of Miss Channing's greatness lies in her ability to pick the best plays. Why, half the playwrights in the world would give their shirts for that particular compromise. And I'll have you know I'm fed up with both the young lady and her qualities. But I'm not going to. No, it would be so much easier for everyone concerned if I would play Cora. De Witt: That isn't a waiter, my dear. Margo: Bill's in love with Margo Channing. Margo Channing: Zanuck, Zanuck, Zanuck. Funny, the things you remember and the things you don't. 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. Eve Harrington: When you're a secretary in a brewery, it's pretty hard to make-believe you're anything else. Birdie: I couldn't get into the girdle in two and a half hours. How you walk, talk, eat, think, sleep. Your friendship with Margo - your deep, close friendship. Bill: I am sick and tired of these paranoiac outbursts. Margo Channing: The only thing I ordered by mistake is the guests. Max: This is for lawyers to talk about! You can always put that award where your heart ought to be. Addison DeWitt: You could sleep now, couldn't you? What can there be to know that you don't know? Margo Channing: I'll admit I may have seen better days... but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, like a salted peanut. You're conceited, and thoughtless and messy. We are the original displaced personalities. What do you all take me for - Little Nell from the country? It's about time for the piano to realize he has not written the concerto. I have. Eve: I'd do much more for a part that good. It spells out paranoiac insecurity that you should be ashamed of. Miss Casswell: You won't bore him, honey. Margo: All playwrights should be dead for three hundred years! I have no other world; no other life - and once in a great while, I experience that moment of revelation for which all true believers wait and pray. Max Fabian: Leave it to me. And now this ridiculous attempt to whip yourself up into a jealous froth because I spent ten minutes with a stage-struck kid. We have that in common. There are in general two types of theatrical producers. Everything is beer. Addison DeWitt: That happens to be your particular abnormality. Margo Channing: Lovely speech, Eve. Sooner or later we've got to work at it no matter how many other careers we've had or wanted. If Equity or my lawyer can't or won't do anything about it, I shall personally stuff that pathetic little lost lamb down Mr. De Witt's ugly throat. Calm down. Also, the boot would land where it would do the most good for all concerned. The little witch must have sent out Indian runners, snatching critics out of bars and steam rooms and museums, or wherever they holed up. You all know all about Eve. A quote can be a single line from one character or a memorable dialog between several characters. He looks thirty-two. She's a young lady of qualities. She's the profiled, covered, revealed, reported. Bill Sampson: What should I tell Tyrone Power for you? Eve: You're always after truth on the stage. Lloyd Richards: How about calling it a night? They're juvenile delinquents, they're mental defectives, they're nobody's audience. Bill: It means concentration of desire or ambition, and sacrifice such as no other profession demands. Margo: You're a set-up for some gorgeous, wide-eyed young bait. Birdie: What a story! What are you doing here? An idiotic one, but a point. Happy birthday, welcome home, and we who are about to die salute you. I hate men. Eve: I don't think I have anything to sound off about. [To Eve] Aren't we, honey? You can always put that award where your heart ought to be. We're going to be married...Lloyd loves me, I love him...I'm in love with Lloyd...Oh Addison, won't it be just perfect? Life goes where she goes. I wish I could have gone to Radcliffe too, but father wouldn't hear of it. What a story! Bill Sampson: Many of your guests have been wondering when they may be permitted to view the body. It'll make minutes fly like hours. Addison DeWitt: I have lived in the theatre as a Trappist monk lives in his faith. Web. Margo: Don't fumble for excuses, not here and now with my hair down. And please stop acting as if I were the queen mother. Eve: Find out. I haven't your unyielding good taste. Margo: Not until the last drugstore has sold its last pill. Addison De Witt: I think the time has come to shed some of your humility. Did she say sable or Gable? Funny business, a woman's career. Lloyd: That bitter cynicism of yours is something you've acquired since you left Radcliffe. They smile, and their eyes shine. Hadn't you heard? Margo Channing: Everybody has a heart - except some people. To find Eve? It is just as false not to blow your horn at all as it is to blow it too loudly. Lloyd Richards: What makes you think either Miller or Sherwood would stand for the nonsense I take from you? Bill Sampson: What book of rules says that theatre exists only within some ugly buildings crowded into one square-mile of New York City? You belong. So young and so fair. Maybe somebody's name is Butler. A great actress at the peak of her career. Margo Channing: And you, I take it, are the Paderewski who plays his concerto on me, the piano? We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly. You won't even get a chance to talk. I couldn't get into *the girdle* in two and a half hours. Just that alone is worth anything. Time has been good to Eve. Miss Casswell: [interrupting] Oh, waiter! Bill Sampson: You know, there isn't a playwright in the world who could make me believe this would happen between two adult people. Margo: And what is that besides something spelled out in lightbulbs, I mean, besides something called a temperament which consists mostly of swooping about on a broomstick and screaming at the top of my voice. Karen Richards: I developed that cynicism the day I discovered I was different from little boys! Now go and make him happy. Except that the unreal seemed more real to me. Nice speech, Eve. Lloyd Richards: A Hollywood movie star just arrived. Bill: I've always denied the legend that you were in "Our American Cousin" the night Lincoln was shot. At best, let's say I've been oversensitive to her...to the fact that she's so young, so feminine and so helpless, too so many things I want to be for Bill. Why do they always look like unhappy rabbits? Margo Channing: Heartburn? Brilliant, vivid, something made of music and fire. Screaming and calling names is one thing, but this could mean...Why not? Taking advantage of a kid like that, twisting her words, making her say what he wanted her to say. Everything but the bloodhounds snapping at her rear end. Write me one about a nice normal woman who just shoots her husband. If we don't blow them, who else will? Bill: I can't believe you're making this up. Bill's 32. "I'm not afraid of them. Karen Richards: Where were we going that night, Lloyd and I? De Witt: Every so often some elder statesman of the theatre reminds the public that actors and actresses are just plain folks, completely ignoring the fact thath their whole attraction is their complete lack of resemblance to ordinary human beings. You're magnificent! Margo Channing: ALL playwrights should be dead for three hundred years! Funny business, a woman's career. Why do they aleays look like unhappy rabbits? Margo: Such nonsense. Heaven knows she had one coming. Get the freshest reviews, news, and more delivered right to your inbox! Eve Harrington has never by a word, a look, or a suggestion indicated anything to me but her adoration for you and her happiness at our being in love. Very touching. What she eats and what she wears and whom she knows and where she was, and when and where she's going. Remember, Lloyd? My big idea came to me just sitting on a couch. The End. He needed help behind the notions counter. What a story! I am a critic and commentator. And then one night, Margo Channing came to play in Remembrance and I went to see it. I will not be tolerated and I will not be plotted against. Karen: Margo, Bill is all of eight years younger than you. Lloyd: I shall never understand the weird process by which a body with a voice suddenly fancies itself as a mind.
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