Rosemary: James Lee, you have a very naughty mind... I'm happy to say.
Jonathan: If you dream, dream big.
'Gaucho': To give truth to a performance, there's nothing like love.
Georgia: Love is for the very young.
Lila: Love is for the birds.
Harry Pebbel: I've told you a hundred times. I don't want to win awards. Give me pictures that end with a kiss and black ink on the books.
James Lee: My first novel, on which I had labored for seven years, was just out. Surprisingly for a scholarly work on early Virginia, it was doing a brisk nationwide sale - possibly because it was liberally peppered with sex. Because, after all, early Virginia was liberally peppered with sex. Could that have been why Hollywood bought it?
Jonathan: Because he was a drunk, you're a drunk. Because he loved women, you're a tramp. But you forget one thing: he did it with style.
Jonathan: Look. Put five men dressed like cats on the screen, what do they look like?
Fred: Like five men dressed like cats.
Lila: I forgot to tell you, Georgia. I saw the picture. Thought you were swell.
Georgia: People who knew my father give me the extra work and a line to say every now and then. I drink what I want, I see who I want. Who knows. Someday, I may even get married, to a nice, upright, assistant's assistant.
Jonathan: Don't worry. Some of the best movies are made by people working together who hate each other's guts.