Katharine Hepburn: Can't you just eat ice cream out of a bowl, like everyone else?
Howard Hughes: Look at me, Kate. Stop acting.
Katharine Hepburn: Ha. I'm not acting.
Howard Hughes: I wonder if you even know any more.
Katharine Hepburn: Don't be unkind.
Katharine Hepburn: What's that on the steering wheel?
Howard Hughes: Cellophane. If you had any idea of the crap that people carry around on their hands.
Katharine Hepburn: What kind of crap?
Howard Hughes: You don't wanna know.
Spencer Tracy: Trouble with Mr. Hughes?
Katharine Hepburn: There's too much "Howard Hughes" in Howard Hughes. That's the trouble.
Howard Hughes: I feel like a little adventure.
Katharine Hepburn: Do your worst, Mr. Hughes.
Howard Hughes: Pull back on the wheel a bit.
Katharine Hepburn: Golly.
Howard Hughes: I don't think I've ever met anyone who uses the word Golly.
Jasmine: Who do you have to sleep with around here to get a Stoli martini with a twist of lemon?
Jasmine: Anxiety, nightmares and a nervous breakdown, there's only so many traumas a person can withstand until they take to the streets and start screaming.
Jasmine: Can you please not fight in here? I don't think I can take it. For some reason, my Xanax isn't kicking in.
Carol Aird: Harge, I want you to be happy. I didn't give you that. I failed you. We both could have given more, but... we gave each other Rindy. And that is the most breathtaking, the most generous, of gifts.
Harge Aird: Dammit! I put nothing past women like you, Carol.
Carol Aird: You married a woman like me.
Carol Aird: Is that what you want to be? A photographer?
Therese Belivet: I think so. If I have any talent for it.
Carol Aird: Isn't that something other people let you know you have? All you can do is keep working. Use what feels right. Throw away the rest.
Carol Aird: And do you live alone, Therese Belivet?
Therese Belivet: I do. Well, there's Richard, he'd like to live with me. Oh no, it's nothing like that, I mean he'd like to marry me.
Carol Aird: I see. And would you like to marry him?
Therese Belivet: Well, I barely even know what to order for lunch.
Carol Aird: Just when you think it can't get any worse, you run out of cigarettes.
Carol Aird: I should have said "Therese, wait "
Carol Aird: I'm going away for awhile.
Therese Belivet: When? Where?
Carol Aird: Wherever my car will take me. West. Soon. - And, I thought, perhaps, you might want to come with me. - Would you?
Therese Belivet: Yes. Yes, I would.
Carol Aird: You miss Richard?
Therese Belivet: No. I haven't thought about him all day. Or of home, really.
Harge Aird: You smell good.
Carol Aird: You're drunk.
Fred Haymes: Why don't you seat?
Carol Aird: Why is it people think you take bad news better if you're sitting down?
