Marcel:
Madame? A word with you.
Eve Peabody: With me?
Marcel: Yes, with you.
Eve Peabody: I thought so. Well, all right, let's get it over with.
Eve Peabody: With me?
Marcel: Yes, with you.
Eve Peabody: I thought so. Well, all right, let's get it over with.
Jacques Picot:
[Trying to describe Helene's hat] Well, it's...
Eve Peabody: Oh, I think it's a dream on you. You know, it does something for your face. It gives you a chin.
Eve Peabody: Oh, I think it's a dream on you. You know, it does something for your face. It gives you a chin.
Jacques Picot:
I'm terribly sorry. It's difficult to concentrate on cards... sometimes.
Eve Peabody: [Referring to Jacques' dislike of Helene's feathered hat] Naturally, when you're worrying about the future of the ostrich plume.
Helene Flammarion: I don't think that's very funny.
Jacques Picot: I do.
Eve Peabody: Well, thanks.
Eve Peabody: [Referring to Jacques' dislike of Helene's feathered hat] Naturally, when you're worrying about the future of the ostrich plume.
Helene Flammarion: I don't think that's very funny.
Jacques Picot: I do.
Eve Peabody: Well, thanks.
Jacques Picot:
You're wonderful.
Eve Peabody: You're magnificent.
Helene Flammarion: You're talking across the board.
Eve Peabody: You're magnificent.
Helene Flammarion: You're talking across the board.
Helene Flammarion:
Poor Jacques! Oh, my soul, this is heaven. Baroness Czerny indeed! Of all the impudence. The consummate impudence! We'll take this with us.
Marcel: Now, Helene, don't let's hush this up and don't let's wait until tomorrow. Go on, let's have a lovely scandal!
Marcel: Now, Helene, don't let's hush this up and don't let's wait until tomorrow. Go on, let's have a lovely scandal!
Eve Peabody:
[Discussing her career as a gold-digger] I landed a lord, almost.
Tibor Czerny: Almost?
Eve Peabody: Well, the family came between us. His mother came to my hotel and offered me a bribe.
Tibor Czerny: You threw her out, I hope!
Eve Peabody: How could I, with my hands full of money?
Tibor Czerny: Almost?
Eve Peabody: Well, the family came between us. His mother came to my hotel and offered me a bribe.
Tibor Czerny: You threw her out, I hope!
Eve Peabody: How could I, with my hands full of money?
Eve Peabody:
Listen. Back in New York, whenever I managed to crash a party full of luscious big-hearted millionaires, there was always sure to be some snub-faced kid in the orchestra playing traps. And so at four in the morning, when the wise girls were skipping off to Connecticut to marry those millionaires, I'd be with him in some nightspot learning tricks on the kettledrum. And he always had a nose like yours.
