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?

Eve Peabody: From the moment you looked at me, I had an idea you had an idea.

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.

Eve Peabody: Oh, I think it's a dream on you. You know, it... it does something for your face: it gives you a chin.

Eve Peabody: Well. So this, as they say, is Paris, huh?
Train guard: Yes, madame.
Eve Peabody: Well, from here it looks an awful lot like a rainy night in Kokomo, Indiana.

Eve Peabody: When I married, I didn't realize that in the Czerny family there was a streak of... shall we say, eccentricity? And yet, I had warning. Why else should his grandfather have sent me, as an engagement present, one roller skate - covered with Thousand Island dressing?
Jacques Picot: [Shocked] What?
Georges Flammarion: Of course, of course I'd forgotten! The Czerny's are all like that. You know, I met an old aunt - the Countess Antonia. I thought she was an Indian. It turned out, that she used paprika instead of face powder.

Georges Flammarion: [Guests are filing out of Stephanie's musical soiree] Did you ever find that "Eve Peabody"?
Stephanie: Finally. I had her thrown out. She was a *horrible* old woman. Roger found her in the powder room. Imagine! You know, she claimed to be the Archduchess of Mendola.

Georges Flammarion: The ground has just opened under our feet.
Eve Peabody: Well... and me all set to jump for that tub of butter.
Georges Flammarion: We've landed in something, all right, but it's not butter.
Eve Peabody: Here they come.
Georges Flammarion: I'll stand by you as best I can.
Helene Flammarion: Ladies and gentlemen, may I have a word, please. I want to tell you something which I think will both interest and amuse you. Under our roof tonight, we have, as a guest, a person claiming one of the oldest names in the Almanach de Gotha.
[Crowd mutters]
Helene Flammarion: I don't know how many of you are familiar with the Hungarian aristocracy, but let me assure you that in all middle Europe there is no family...
Servant: Baron Tibor Czerny.
[Crowd gasps and mutters loudly]
Stephanie: Well.