All About Eve

- Miss Caswell, Miss Harrington. - How do you do?

Fasten your seat belts. It's going to be a bumpy night.

What a story. Everything but the bloodhounds snapping at her rear end.

- Liebestraum. - I just played it.

- What'll you have? - A milk shake?

I've got something to tell you.

The theater! The theater!

You're maudlin and full of self-pity. You're magnificent.

I detest cheap sentiment.

- Addison. - So full of meaning, fire and music!

- Get out. - You're too short for that gesture.

Don't be condescending.

Hollywood.

You're talented, famous, wealthy.

Eve Evil, little Miss Evil.

- With tears? - With tears.

It's that Miss Caswell.

It's your birthday.

Many happy returns of the day.

I hate men!

- For instance, what? - For instance, you.

That's me. An old kazoo with some sparklers.

I'll never forget this night as long as I live.

- Oh, waiter. - That isn't a waiter, my dear. That's a butler.

...a fur coat over a nightgown.