Tommy Max: I'm very sorry, I.
Walt Price: You're very sorry, you passive-aggressive, son-of-a-bitch... Can we replace him?
Bill Smith: We start shooting in three days.
Ann Black: And here's some hydrogen peroxide.
Joseph Turner White: I don't drink.
Ann Black: It's for your finger.
Joseph Turner White: What's an associate producer credit?
Bill Smith: It's what you give to your secretary instead of a raise.
Bob Barrenger: Only second chance I know, is the chance to make the same mistake twice.
Walt Price: Who designed these costumes? It looks like Edith Head puked, and that puke designed these costumes.
Tommy Max: My wife is going to have a baby.
Walt Price: Oh, good, let's bring more people into this overcrowded world.
Ann Black: "If you were never down, how would you know when you were up?"
Joe White: You have a gift for words.
Ann Black: It's in your play.
Doc Wilson: It's the truth that you should never trust anybody who wears a bow tie. Cravat's supposed to point down to accentuate the genitals. Why'd you wanna trust somebody whose tie points out to accentuate his ears?