Man on street: Hey Noah, what are you doing with that Ark?
Frank Gilbreth: Collecting animals like the good Lord told me brother. All we need now is a jackass. Hop in.
Joe Gillis: You're Norma Desmond. You used to be in silent pictures. You used to be big.
Norma Desmond: I am big! It's the pictures that got small.
Woodcutter: You selfish.
Commoner: What's wrong with that? Dogs are better off in this world. If you're not selfish, you can't survive.
Woodcutter: Damn it. Everyone is selfish and dishonest. Making excuses. The bandit, the woman, the man, and you.
Gen. Oliver 'The Christian General' Howard: The Bible I read preaches brotherhood for all of God's children.
Tom Jeffords: Suppose their skins weren't white. Are they still God's children?
Gen. Oliver 'The Christian General' Howard: My Bible says nothing about the pigmentation of their skin.
Dr. Swanson: Well, he won't get very far, that's for sure. He hasn't got enough blood left in him to keep a chicken alive.
Branch Rickey: A box score - you know a box score is really democratic, Jackie. It doesn't say how big you are or how your father voted in the last election or what church you attend. It just tells you what kind of a ballplayer you were that day.
Jackie Robinson: Well, isn't that what counts?
Branch Rickey: It's all that ought to count, and maybe someday it's all that will count.
Sonia Kovac: No woman who wants something is a lady. If she is, she doesn't get it.
Edie Johnson: It's none of your business what I do. It's a respectable job and I pay my own way.
Dr. Dan Wharton: And you are not living in Beaver Canal anymore?
Edie Johnson: Yeah I've come up in the world. I used to live in a sewer and now I live in a swamp. All those babes do it in the movies. By now I ought to be married to the governor and paying blackmail so he don't find out I once lived in Beaver Canal.
Kay Miniver: Death can be easy. It's living that's difficult.
Veta Louise Simmons: It's Dowd. Elwood P. Dowd.
Miss Kelly: Elwood P. Dowd. His age?
Veta Louise Simmons: Forty-two the twenty-fourth of last April. He's Taurus. Taurus, the bull. I'm Leo and Myrtle's on the cusp.
Margo: Margo Channing is ageless - spoken like a press agent.
Lloyd Richards: I know what I'm talking about. After all, they're my plays.
Margo: Spoken like an author. Lloyd, I'm not twenty-ish, I'm not thirty-ish. Three months ago I was forty years old. Forty. Four O. That slipped out. I hadn't quite made up my mind to admit it. Now I suddenly feel as if I've taken all my clothes off.