Addison DeWitt: [voiceover] Eve. Eve, the golden girl. The cover girl. The girl next door, the girl on the moon. Time has been good to Eve. Life goes where she goes. She's been profiled, covered, revealed, reported, what she eats and what she wears and whom she knows and where she was and when and where she's going. Eve. You all know all about Eve.
Karen: [voiceover] It seems a lifetime ago. Lloyd always said that in the theatre a lifetime was a season and a season a lifetime.
Addison DeWitt: [voiceover] There are, in general, two types of theatrical producers. One has a great many wealthy friends who will risk a tax-deductible loss. This type is interested in art. The other is one to whom each production means potential ruin or fortune. This type is out to make a buck.
Addison DeWitt: [voiceover] No brighter light has ever dazzled the eye than Eve Harrington. Eve. But more of Eve later. All about Eve, in fact.
Bill Sampson: Nothing personal, Junior. No offense. It's just that there's so much bourgeois in this ivory greenroom they call the theatre, sometimes it gets up around my chin.
Eve: I hope you don't mind my speaking to you?
Karen: Not at all.
Eve: I've seen you so often. It took every bit of courage I could raise.
Karen: To speak to just a playwright's wife? I'm the lowest form of celebrity.
Karen: Good luck, genius.
Bill Sampson: Geniuses don't need good luck. I do.
Eve: Mr. Sampson. What's he like?
Karen: Bill Sampson? He's - he's a director.
Eve: He's the best!
Karen: He'll agree with you.
Margo: He can't take his eyes off my legs.
Bill Sampson: Like a nylon lemon peel.
Margo: Byron couldn't have said it more graciously.
Eve: Autograph fiends. They're not people. Those little beasts that run around in packs like coyotes.
Karen: They're your fans!
Eve: With Eddie gone, my life went back to beer.
Margo: If she can act, she might not be bad. She looks like she might burn down a plantation.
Karen: Margo, nothing you've ever done has made me as happy your taking Eve in.
Margo: I'm so happy you're happy.
Margo: Did she tell you about the theatre and what it meant?
Bill Sampson: No, I told her. I sounded off.
Margo: All the religions in the world rolled into one, and we're gods and goddesses.
Margo: Bill, don't get stuck on some glamour puss.
Bill Sampson: I'll try.
Margo: You're not much of a bargain, you know. You're conceited and thoughtless and messy.
Bill Sampson: Well, everybody can't be Gregory Peck.
