Don Lockwood: Now Lina, you've been reading all those fan magazines again! Now look Lina, you shouldn't believe all that banana oil Dora Bailey and the columnists dish out. Now try to get this straight: there is nothing between us. There has never been anything between us. Just air.
Lina: Oh, Donny, you don't mean that.

R.F. Simpson: Lina, you were gorgeous!
Cosmo Brown: Yeah, Lina, you looked pretty good for a girl.

A-Rab: Baby John, what are you doin' here?
Baby John: Nothin'.
A-Rab: What are you doin' nothin' here for? Come on.
Baby John: I don't want the guys to see me A-Rab.
A-Rab: Why not?
Baby John: I'm cryin'.
A-Rab: You are? What for?
Baby John: I don't know. I just...
A-Rab: Blow your nose.
Baby John: A-Rab?
A-Rab: Yeah?
Baby John: Did you get a look at their faces?
A-Rab: Which faces?
Baby John: You know, at the rumble. Riff and Bernardo.
A-Rab: Yeah. I wish it was yesterday.
Baby John: Me too. I'm scared!
A-Rab: Well cut it out. You hear me? Cut it out!
Baby John: A-Rab, what are we gonna do?
A-Rab: We're gonna meet with the other guys and form up. Thats what we're gonna do. Come on, lets go.
Baby John: A-Rab, you got a hankerchief first?
A-Rab: Whats wrong with you sleeve?

Riff: Look, Tony, I've never asked the time of day from a clock but I'm asking you, come to the dance tonight. I already told the gang you'd be there. If you don't show I'll be marked lousy.
Tony: What time?
Riff: Ten.
Tony: Ten it is.
Riff: Womb to tomb!
Tony: Birth to Earth. And I'll live to regret this.
Riff: Who knows? Maybe what you've been waitin' on will be twitchin at the dance tonight.
Tony: Who knows? Could be... Who knows?

Quit it with those nails, Edward Scissorhands!

Vi Rose Hill

Don Lockwood: Cosmo, call me a cab.
Cosmo Brown: OK, you're a cab.

Cosmo Brown: Talking pictures, that means I'm out of a job. At last I can start suffering and write that symphony.
R.F. Simpson: You're not out of job, we're putting you in as head of our new music department.
Cosmo Brown: Oh, thanks, R.F.! At last I can stop suffering and write that symphony.

Baby John: Hey... you gotta handkerchief first?
A-Rab: What's wrong with your sleeve?

What do they think I am? Dumb or something? Why, I make more money than - than - than Calvin Coolidge! Put together!

Lina Lamont

Make 'em laugh!

Cosmo Brown

Tony: You're not thinking I'm someone else?
Maria: I know you are not.
Tony: Or that we've met before?
Maria: I know we have not.
Tony: I felt, I knew something never before was going to happen, had to happen. But this is so much more.
Maria: My hands are cold.
[he takes them in his]
Maria: Yours too.
[he moves them to his face]
Maria: So warm.
[she moves his to hers]
Tony: So beautiful.
Maria: Beautiful.
Tony: It's so much to believe. You're not making a joke?
Maria: I have not yet learned how to joke that way. I think now I never will.

Well end your suffering little man. Why don't you pack up your gear and clear out of here?

Tony

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