Girl In Train Station: Gee, there's a mob of reporters and photographers over there.
Man In Train Station: Yeah, there must be some big shot aboard. Maybe the president.
Girl In Train Station: No, too many for that. Probably a movie star.
Tony Hunter: Listen, you kids, you go on over to Sardi's and I'll see you later. Driver, take them on over. Order me a steak. See you in a few minutes.
Tony Hunter: No, don't say it - "Tony Hunter! 1953!" I hereby declare my independence. Tony Hunter, 1776.
Tony Hunter: What's happened to 42nd Street? I just can't get over it! I just can't understand it? I mean, this used to be the great theater street of the town. The New Amsterdam - I had one of my biggest successes there. It ran a year and a half. Noel Coward and Gertie were over here in "Private Lives."
Hansom Driver: Where to?
Tony Hunter: Oh, eh, leave it to the horse.
Tony Hunter: I could smell trouble a mile off. And this poor kid was in trouble! Big trouble! She was scared! Scared as a turkey in November.
Jeffrey Cordova: Up to now, I've been giving you orders as director. But, when next you see me, I shall be just as one of you: an eager ham, anxious to make good. Actors, let's go.
Tony Hunter: There was something about this kid that made you want to protect her - from life.
Lester Marton: I can stand anything but pain.
Lester Marton: Gosh, with all this raw talent around, why can't us kids get together and put on ourselves a show! Maybe, we could find ourselves a barn or something.
Lester Marton: I can stand anything but failure.
Tony Hunter: Let's get this straight, I am not Nijinsky. I am not Marlon Brando. I am Mrs. Hunter's little boy, Tony, song and dance man.
Tony Hunter: The city was asleep. The joints were closed. The rats and hoods and killers were in their holes.
Gabrielle Gerard: Are we really supposed to open tomorrow night?
Tony Hunter: Do you know what those are on those benches? People. Happy people. Would you believe it, they don't even care if we have a damnation scene in our show or not.
Gabrielle Gerard: Neither do I.
Jeffrey Cordova: I'm sick of these artificial barriers between the musical and the drama. In my mind, there is no difference between the magic rhythms of Bill Shakespeare's immortal verse and the magic rhythms of Bill Robinson's immortal feet.
Tony Hunter: This girl, Gerard, its not just her dancing. On top of everything, she's too tall for me. This girl is a giantess.
Tony Hunter: El Morocco, please.
Gabrielle Gerard: Oh, no.
Tony Hunter: Well, the Stork? The Waldorf?
Gabrielle Gerard: No, look, I'm not dressed. I just came from rehearsal. I can't go to any of those places.
Tony Hunter: You look fine to me.
Tony Hunter: She was bad. She was dangerous. I wouldn't trust her any further than I could throw her. But... she was my kind of woman.
Jeffrey Cordova: These four walls will be our universe. Our private world. We enter with nothing but a dream. But, when we leave, we'll have a show.
