All About Eve
All About Eve

Lloyd Richards: There comes a time that a piano realizes that it has not written a concerto.
Margo: And you, I take it, are the Paderewski who plays his concerto on me, the piano?

All About Eve
All About Eve

Bill Sampson: I start shooting a week from Monday. Zanuck is impatient. He wants me, he needs me.
Margo: Zanuck, Zanuck, Zanuck. What are you two, lovers?

All About Eve
All About Eve

Llyod Richards: I understand that your understudy, Miss Harrington, has given her notice.
Margo: Too bad.
Bill Sampson: I'm broken up about it.

All About Eve
All About Eve

Karen: Nothing is forever in the Theatre. Whatever it is, it's here, it flares up, burns hot and then it's gone.

All About Eve
All About Eve

Margo: [to Bill] You be the host. It's your party. Happy birthday, welcome home, and we who are about to die salute you.

All About Eve
All About Eve

Llyod Richards: You knew when you came in that the audition was over, that Eve was your understudy, playing that childish little game of cat and mouse.
Margo: Not mouse, never mouse. If anything *rat*!

All About Eve
All About Eve

Margo: 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.

All About Eve
All About Eve

Birdie: We now got everything a dressing room needs except a basketball hoop.

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All About Eve

Margo: Where is Princess... fire and music?

All About Eve
All About Eve

[Margo is getting drunk at the party]
Bill Sampson: Many of your guests have been wondering when they may be permitted to view the body. Where has it been laid out?
Margo: It hasn't been laid out, we haven't finished with the embalming. As a matter of fact, you're looking at it - the remains of Margo Channing, sitting up. It is my last wish to be

buried sitting up.

All About Eve
All About Eve

Bill Sampson: Looks like I'm going to have a very fancy party...
Margo: I thought you were going to be late.
Bill Sampson: When I'm guest of honor?
Margo: I had no idea you were even here.
Bill Sampson: I ran into Eve on my way upstairs; she told me you were dressing.

Margo: That never stopped you before.
Bill Sampson: Well, we started talking, she wanted to know all about Hollywood, she seemed so interested...
Margo: She's a girl of so many interests.
Bill Sampson: It's a pretty rare quality these days.
Margo: She's a girl of so many rare qualities.


Bill Sampson: So she seems.
Margo: So you've pointed out, so often. So many qualities, so often. Her loyalty, efficiency, devotion, warmth, affection - and so young! So young and so fair...

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All About Eve

Karen: I'm sorry, Margo.
Margo: What for? It isn't as though you personally drained the gas tank yourself.

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All About Eve

Bill Sampson: [to Eve] What I go after, I want to go after. I don't want it to come after me.

All About Eve
All About Eve

Margo: I'm a junkyard.

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All About Eve

Karen: Where were we going that night, Lloyd and I? Funny, the things you remember and the things you don't.

All About Eve
All About Eve

Eve: When you're a secretary in a brewery, it's pretty hard to make-believe you're anything else. Everything is beer.

All About Eve
All About Eve

Margo: [as she's getting ready for the party] The extra help get here?
Birdie: There's some loose characters dressed as maids and butlers. Who'd you call, the William Morris Agency?
Margo: You're not being funny: I could *get* actors for less.

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All About Eve

Lloyd Richards: Karen, let me tell you about Eve. She's got everything - a born actress. Sensitive, understanding, young, exciting, vibrant...
Karen: Don't run out of adjectives, dear.

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All About Eve

Llyod Richards: Eve did mention the play, but in passing. She'd never ask to play a part like Cora. She'd never have the nerve.
Karen: Eve would ask Abbott to give her Costello.

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All About Eve

Margo: She thinks only of me, doesn't she?
Birdie: Well, let's say she thinks only about you, anyway.
Margo: How do you mean that?
Birdie: I'll tell you how: like... like she's studying you, like you was a play or a book or a set of blueprints - how you walk, talk, eat, think, sleep...

Margo: I'm sure that's very flattering, Birdie. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with it.