- Olga Chekaloff: You make trouble for me? How do you like that? In Russia I vas bitten by a volfhound, my mother vas lost in a snowstorm, my father vas sent to Siberia, your mother and father are yelling their heads off, you sister's taking her singing lessons, I've got exactly four squabs and I can't find out how many's for dinner! And you're gonna make trouble for me?
- Hillary Bellaire: Olga!
- Olga Chekaloff: All right, all right, I know, my cap's on crooked.
- Hillary Bellaire: Good heavens, what next?
- Olga Chekaloff: Meatballs!
- Taxi driver: Look, Toots, what about this 2.85? I gotta get going, I've been here twenty minutes already.
- Olga Chekaloff: You've been here tventy minutes? I've been here eleven years. I stopped yelling for my money ten years ago.
- Madame Le Brouchette: It should be:
- [singing]
- Madame Le Brouchette: The one I love -
- Olga Chekaloff: [Pats her shoulder] Eat your spaghetti!
- Hillary Bellaire: What a household. Servants butting in, telling you how things should be done.
- John Fleming: Well, after all, they represent the masses. Do you know what I mean by the masses? People who are not actors. There are dozens of them and they come in very handy at the box office. Strangely enough, if they don't like a show, the show closes. Moliere, if you remember, used to ask the advice of his cook.
- Diana Bellaire: Olga, this isn't what I want. I said strawberry jam.
- Olga Chekaloff: You said blackberry, but I gave you the raspberry.
- Diana Bellaire: Olga, your cap is on crooked.
- John Fleming: Olga?
- Olga Chekaloff: Yes, sir?
- John Fleming: What do *you* think of Mr. Bellaire's play?
- Olga Chekaloff: Vell, it depends on how I feel. Sometimes I feel it ain't so bad and sometimes I feel it ain't so good. But I don't like to say.
- John Fleming: Speak up! What's wrong with it?
- Olga Chekaloff: Vell, since you asked me, he goes to her and he says, "Darling, vere utterly mad, you know." Den, she says, "All my life I been a slave. Fea-red, bound by convenchens." Convenchens? Who knows vhat dat means anyvay? It's ridiculous! In de first place, people don't talk like dat. And, in de second place - people don't talk like dat. Convenchens?
- Diana Bellaire: Only a woman suffers as a woman can - quietly, deeply, bravely.
- Hillary Bellaire: I wrote those lines too.
- Olga Chekaloff: Suspended again?
- Judy Bellaire: Not suspended, expelled.
- Olga Chekaloff: Good! You got a diploma?
- Miss Colvin: Judy Ballaire, you've corrupted this school for the last time.
- Judy Bellaire: But, I can't help it, Miss Colvin. Honestly, I can't. I don't know why but when I hear music, it does something to me.
- Diana Bellaire: Oh, darling, I do wish you'd stop growing. And look at your hair. Oh, poor little ugly duckling. Well, well, mother loves you anyway.
- Judy Bellaire: [singing] In my singin' school, I am one of many, Ooo, its just so cool, Mr. Mendelssohn's had his day, Benny Goodman's here to stay, Di di di do, Di di di di-di-di, Ra-da-da-doc, Ra-da-da ra-da-da, Hey de hey de hey de hey...
- Ricky Saboni: Let's try it again. Now, open the mouth, curve the lips. That's it.
- Ricky Saboni, Sylvia Bellaire: O-o-o-o-mmm...
- Judy Bellaire: I've got to tell somebody and Mummy won't listen.
- Hillary Bellaire: All right, bunch of sweetness, get it off your chest.
- Ricky Saboni: You make her sing a love song like a little toy doll all wound up and full of sawdust
- Madame Le Brouchette: I do the best I can! Is it my fault if she has no fire? No feeling?
- Ricky Saboni: Yes! She has fire and feeling; but, you don't know how to bring it out.
- Diana Bellaire: [walking in the music room seeing her cook, Ricky, kissing her daughter Sylvia] There, Jerrold, that's what I meant. See the way he grabbed and kissed her. Not as if he were afraid she'd bite him. Not at all! Why, Richard, come-come-come-come. You can't be kissing people all over the place. Whatever does this mean?
- Ricky Saboni: But, I was only trying to teach her how to sing a love song.
- Diana Bellaire: Well, goodness knows, she needs it. But, don't let it hold up dinner.
- Judy Bellaire: Miss Colvin said that if I kept on the way I was going, I'd come to a bad end.
- Olga Chekaloff: Don't you vorry, darling. That's vhat they said about me.
- Diana Bellaire: Anyway, the trouble isn't with the acting, its where Sylvia steals Jerrold away from me. The audience won't believe it. Not for a moment!
- John Fleming: And why? Because you insisted upon Hillary making Sylvia your sister instead of your daughter.
- Diana Bellaire: He had to make her my sister. I couldn't have a daughter that old.
- Hillary Bellaire: But, she is your daughter, isn't she?
- Diana Bellaire: Oh, don't evade the question!
- Olga Chekaloff: Vhat am I, iron? Who don't tink about love? Morning, noon, and night - especially night. I can remember, vell, it was summer, de moon, de river, Boris vas teaching me how to act. He said I had to lurn all about life and luv. Oh, boy, did I lurn.
- Olga Chekaloff: Vhat a coincidence. Only last veek I dreamed I vas in my big, golden bed eatin' caviar and Boris was pourin' me tea. There ve vere. Just the four of us. Lemon and tea, Boris and me. I-yi-yi-yi...
- Diana Bellaire: Come here, darling. Daddy, Daddy wants to send you away - all over Europe.
- Judy Bellaire: Oh, Daddy, I'm not as bad as all that!
- Diana Bellaire: Run along, children. You're looking very pretty this morning. Both of you. Even Judy. So pretty.
- Ricky Saboni: [singing] But, still her choice is, Mr. Benny Goodman's Band
- Judy Bellaire: The grandest band in dixieland, Swing it...
- Judy Bellaire: You can't hold me down! I'm going up! Up! Up!
- Hillary Bellaire: You bet you're going up! Up, up to your room and stay there! Do you know what's going to happen to you, young lady? You're going to be sent to a place where there isn't any jazz! To - to-to - where isn't there any jazz?
- Diana Bellaire: I'm sure I don't know, dear.
- Hillary Bellaire: Anyway, you're going there. Now, up to your room!
- Olga Chekaloff: Mr. Bellaire, the monkey men are here.
- Hillary Bellaire: The monkey men? What the devil do we want with monkey men?
- Diana Bellaire: We need another monkey. The one we rehearsed with last night, bit poor, dear Jerrold.
- Hillary Bellaire: Good! I'll give the monkey a run of the play contract. Send the monkeys away.
- Olga Chekaloff: Yes sir. Ders one thing ve don't need in dis house, it's more monkeys.
- Olga Chekaloff: [singing] Quainty, dainty me, Gentle as can be, I'm even shy whenever I express myself, I'm so demure I blush when I undress myself...
- Olga Chekaloff: [singing] I flutter like a butterfly so daintily, But somehow no one ever flutters after me..
- Judy Bellaire: [singing - in blackface] Oh, I come from south, Got de south in my mouth, Uncle Tom's Cabin's got a new routine, Eliza rides across the ice in a limousine, While Simon Legree shakes his tambourine, Way down south in Dixie, Swing low, Sweet Chariot, Swing low...
- Judy Bellaire: This is the chance I've been waiting for all my life!
- Olga Chekaloff: All her life. Listen to her. All your life? You haven't lived yet!
- Judy Bellaire: [singing] Should I merge, With this terrific urge, To get right up and do my stuff, Not too gay, But, gay enough...
- Judy Bellaire: [singing] I will not sing, Of love and Spring, For when I sing, I'm gonna sing, I wanna sing, I gotta sing, Of swing! I wanna hear a horn a-tootin' against the beat, I wanna feel the muddy waters around my feet, I wanna kill myself a dancer down the street, I wanna stand right up and swing!