All About Eve1950

Margo:
All playwrights should be dead for three hundred years!

Lloyd:
That would solve none of their problems, because actresses never die. The stars never die and never change.

Margo:
You may change this star any time you want for a new and fresh and exciting one, fully equipped with fire and music. Anytime you want, starting with tonight's performance!

Max:
This is for lawyers to talk about! This concerns a run-of-the-play contract that you cannot rewrite or ad-lib!

Margo:
Are you threatening me with legal action, Mr. Fabian?

Max:
Are you breaking the contract?

Margo:
Answer my question.

Max:
(muttering angrily) Who am I to threaten? I'm a dying man.

Margo:
I don't hear you.

Max:
I said 'I'm a dying man!'

Margo:
Not until the last drugstore has sold its last pill.

Lloyd:
I shall never understand the weird process by which a body with a voice suddenly fancies itself as a mind. Just when exactly does an actress decide they're her words she's saying and her thoughts she's expressing?

Margo:
Usually at the point when she has to rewrite and rethink them to keep the audience from leaving the theater.

Lloyd:
It's about time the piano realize it has not written the concerto!

Margo:
And you, I take it, are the Paderewski who plays his concerto on me, the piano?