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: There was something about this kid that made you want to protect her - from life.
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.
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."
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: 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.
Tony Hunter: The city was asleep. The joints were closed. The rats and hoods and killers were in their holes.
Hansom Driver: Where to?
Tony Hunter: Oh, eh, leave it to the horse.
Tony Hunter: No, don't say it - "Tony Hunter! 1953!" I hereby declare my independence. Tony Hunter, 1776.
Tony Hunter: Will you have a cigarette?
Gabrielle Gerard: No, thanks. I don't smoke.
Tony Hunter: Never?
Gabrielle Gerard: Well, I don't think that dancers should smoke.
Tony Hunter: Oh, I see.
Tony Hunter: Oh, sweetie, I just want to say that no matter what happens tonight, its been.
Gabrielle Gerard: I know, Tony, its been that for me too.
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: 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.
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.
Jervis Pendleton III: I can do the box step.
Hannah Brown: Was I too terrible?
Don Hewes: No. No.
Hannah Brown: I've never really danced before.
Don Hewes: You're going to be fine.
Hannah Brown: Mr. Hewes, Mr. Hewes... You know you don't have to go on with this.
Don Hewes: Now look.
Hannah Brown: No, I mean it. You're the most wonderful dancer I've ever seen. You could get anyone to dance with you. You could get the very best.
Don Hewes: I don't want the very best. I want you.
Don Hewes: Miss Brown, what idiot ever told you you were a dancer?
Hannah Brown: You did.
Don Hewes: Why didn't you tell me I was in love with you?
Finian McLonergan: Don't be superstitious, it's bad luck.
Finian McLonergan: You're an imposter! You can't be leprechaun you're too tall.
Og: I know, and I'm getting taller.
