Cole Porter: Monty! I didn't recognize you under all that hair.
Monty Woolley: We've all changed since school. At Yale the only grooms who interested you were in the stables.
Cole Porter: What is discretion but dishonesty dressed up in a little good breeding?
Gabe: Never open with a ballad, and never end on one.
Cole Porter: Isn't that Linda Lee Thomas with Sara?
Gerald Murphy: I don't know.
Cole Porter: It is, just as they described, the most beautiful divorcée in Paris. My God, she's ravishing.
Gerald Murphy: Is this going to be another Cole Porter obsession without preliminaries?
Cole Porter: Obsessions don't have preliminaries.
Cole Porter: Two people who wanted too much from each other.
Cole Porter: An unmanned piano.
Linda Porter: We've become such fast friends. I was hoping you might. He'd be a good companion for you.
Cole Porter: Linda?
Linda Porter: I don't want you to be lonely.
Linda Porter: Oh my goodness. Could you be any more wonderful?
Linda Porter: Cole's not like you. He creates, you destroy and as you can see you're a failure even at that.
Linda Porter: Is everything in Hollywood connected with movies,.
Louis B. Mayer: Everything good.
Cole Porter: You're playing with my life.
Gabe: It's my show.
Linda Porter: Which one's Cole Porter?
Sara Murphy: You see the one standing up, being so serious about being playful? That's my husband Gerald. The one playing and not being serious at all? That's Cole Porter.
Edward Thomas: My invitation didn't arrive.
Linda Porter: I would invite you to hell.
Linda Porter: Grace personified.
Cole Porter: Was that me? Because I really hadn't planned on sweeping you off your feet for quite a while.
Cole Porter: There are no little memories with you.
Edward Thomas: Don't turn your back on me Mrs Thomas.
Linda Porter: How amusing! As I recall that was the position you most favored.
Gerald Murphy: She said we live in castles that are made of sand.
Cole Porter: I think we define "woman" differently. I don't define it as "punching bag", for example.
Linda Porter: This is something new. To be inconsiderate, to ignore your obligations.
Cole Porter: I really can't do it justice. Wait until opening night, hear it sung properly.
Linda Porter: I think it sounds fine now. And I won't be there dear.
Cole Porter: What? Why wouldn't you be?
Linda Porter: You know the doctors.
Cole Porter: I wrote this for you. Why play it if you won't be there?
Linda Porter: That's why I want you to play it for me now. All the way through.
