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Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night.

Everybody has a heart - except some people.

Funny business, a woman's career. The things you drop on your way up the ladder so you can move faster. You forget you'll need them again when you get back to being a woman.

We all have abnormality in common. We're a breed apart from the rest of humanity, we theatre folk; We are the original displaced personalities.

But somehow, acting and make believe began to fill up my life more and more. It got so I couldn't tell the real from the unreal. Except that the unreal seemed more real to me.

Nice speech, Eve. But I wouldn't worry too much about your heart. You can always put that award where your heart ought to be.

[responding to Karen's disbelief] In this rat race, everybody's guilty till they're proved innocent!

Lloyd, I am not twenty-ish. I am not thirty-ish. Three months ago, I was forty years old. Forty. Four oh - That slipped out. I hadn't quite made up my mind to admit it. Now I suddenly feel as if I've taken all my clothes off.

If nothing else, there's applause... like waves of love pouring over the footlights and wrapping you up.

So many people know me. I wish I did. I wish someone would tell me about me.

I'll tell ya how, like, like she's studyin' you, like you was a play or a book or a set of blueprints. How you walk, talk, eat, think, sleep.

There are very few moments in life as good as this. Let's remember it. To each of us and all of us, never have we been more close, may we never be farther apart.

Then stop being a star. And stop treating your guests as your supporting cast...It's about time Margo realized that what's attractive on stage need not necessarily be attractive off.

[to Eve, who is upset] The reason is Margo, and don't try to figure it out. Einstein couldn't.

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.

Suddenly, I've developed a big protective feeling for her. A lamb loose in our big stone jungle.

I distinctly remember, Addison, crossing you off my guest list. What are you doing here?

It's Addison from start to finish. It drips with his brand of venom. Taking advantage of a kid like that, twisting her words, making her say what he wanted her to say.

The bed looks like a dead animal act.

[to Bill] This is my house, not a theater. In my house, you're a guest, not a director.