Miss Casswell: Tell me this, do they have auditions for television?
Addison DeWitt: That's, uh, all television is, my dear, nothing but auditions.
Birdie: There's a message from the bartender. Does Miss Channing know she ordered domestic gin by mistake?
Margo: The only thing I ordered by mistake is the guests. They're domestic, too, and they don't care what they drink as long as it burns!
Birdie: The bed looks like a dead animal act.
Addison DeWitt: You could sleep now, couldn't you?
Eve: Why not?
Addison DeWitt: The mark of a true killer: sleep tight, rest easy, and come out fighting.
Lloyd Richards: How about calling it a night?
Margo: And you pose as a playwright? A situation pregnant with possibilities and all you can think of is everybody go to sleep.
Addison DeWitt: Why not read my column to pass the time? The minutes will fly like hours.
Lloyd Richards: A Hollywood movie star just arrived.
Margo: Shucks, and I sent my autograph book to the cleaner.
[Bill is saying goodbye to Birdie as he departs for Hollywood]
Bill Sampson: Any messages? What do you want me to tell Tyrone Power?
Birdie: Just give him my phone number; I'll tell him myself.
[on theatrical producers]
Miss Casswell: Why do they always look like unhappy rabbits?
Bill Sampson: You know, there isn't a playwright in the world who could make me believe this would happen between two adult people. Goodbye, Margo.
Margo: Bill? Where are you going? To find Eve?
Bill Sampson: That suddenly makes the whole thing believable.
Margo: As it happens, there are particular aspects of my life to which I would like to maintain sole and exclusive rights and privileges.
Bill Sampson: For instance what?
Margo: For instance: you!
Margo: Thank you, Eve. I'd like a martini, very dry.
Bill Sampson: I'll get it.
[to Eve]
Bill Sampson: What'll you have?
Margo: A milkshake?
Eve: A martini, very dry, please.
Addison DeWitt: There never was, and there never will be, another like you.
Bill Sampson: Outside of a beehive, Margo, your behavior would not be considered either queenly or motherly.
Margo: You are in a beehive, pal. Didn't you know? We are all busy little bees, full of stings, making honey day and night. Aren't we honey?
Margo: [in front of her boyfriend, Bill] I love you, Max. I really mean it. I love you. Come to the pantry.
[she leaves]
Max Fabian: [to Bill] She loves me like a father. Also, she's loaded.
Margo: I'm being rude now, aren't I? Or should I say, ain't I?
Addison DeWitt: You're maudlin and full of self-pity. You're magnificent!
Bill Sampson: Have you no human consideration?
Margo: Show me a human, and I might have!
