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.
Adam Dunne: Harry is an artist without an art.
Mary Bristol: What does that mean?
Adam Dunne: Well, that is something that could make a man very unhappy, Mary, groping for the right level, the means with which to express himself.
Mary Bristol: Yes, he is that. Is not he? I like that, Adam. It is a very nice thought.
Adam Dunne: Yes, but it can be dangerous.
Dr. Dan Wharton: How well do you know Ray Biddle?
Edie Johnson: Well enough, why?
Dr. Dan Wharton: You seemed concerned about him.
Edie Johnson: Because I asked how he was? You ask that about a sick alley cat.
Charlotte Inwood: Oh, darling, don't confide in me. Pour some tea will you?
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.