Georgia: Let me sleep on the sofa. I love sleeping on the sofa. Beds are too big when you're alone.
Georgia: Say it like it's on the Merv Griffin show dummy!
Georgia: Ya hadda look gorgeous today, right?
Jimmy: I saw him last week at Joe Allen's. He look thin, drawn tired...
Georgia: You're lying!
Jimmy: Alright he looked gorgeous. Who cares? the man can't write his name. I've got to go.
Georgia: Was he alone?
Jimmy: He was at a big table I don't know who was with who.
Georgia: she was that pretty, huh?
Jimmy: What am I, a police reporter? She was a female Caucasian that's the best I can do. I've got to pick up that script, I'll call you later.
Georgia: I love you. Why don't we smarten up and marry each other?
Jimmy: Because you're an alcoholic and I'm gay. We'd have trouble getting our kids into a good school.
Georgia: What is that crap you're putting on your face?
Toby: It is from Vienna. It is ninety dollars a tube, do you notice you never see a pore on my face.
Georgia: I've never even seen your face. Who are you, anyway?
Toby: [looking at Jimmy]
Georgia: Who is she? Do you know who she is?
Toby: They take it away form you soon enough. Hold onto it while you can.
Jimmy: O, God! I want to be a star so bad! I don't mean a little star, I want to be a big star! With three agents, and a business manager, and a press agent. And then I would fire all of them and I would hire new ones because I am such a big star! And I would make everyone pay for the 22 years I have poured into this business. I wouldn't do benefits, I wouldn't give money to charity, I would become one of the great shit heels of all time! Isn't that a wonderful dream, Georgia?