- Sally Carter: Couldn't you get me in?
- The Makeup Artist: Not a chance. I'm just a makeup man. Wait, fall in with that bunch of tourists. Act dumb. Keep your mouth open and gurgle, "Oh, I'm going to see Dick Powell." I'll meet you when you get to Stage 22. Now, go to it!
- Mr. Nitvitch, The Temperamental Director: No woman ever walked out on me yet! Do you think I've been directing pictures, hit pictures, all over Europe to come to Hollywood, to be made a monkey of? Tell me! Am I a Nitvitch? Or, am I not a Nitvitch?
- Argumentative Dancer: You are a Nitvitch!
- Mr. Nitvitch, The Temperamental Director: That's all I wanted to know!
- Argumentative Dancer: Phooey!
- Sammy Kane, the Director's Assistant: Hey, she' not only a great dancer, but, she can act the pants off of anything on this lot.
- Mr. Nitvitch, The Temperamental Director: She's got her pants off?
- Sammy Kane, the Director's Assistant: That's right. Wanna take a gander at her?
- Mr. Nitvitch, The Temperamental Director: No. Just have a look at her!
- Joe, Studio Guard: Something I can do for you lady?
- Sally Carter: I understand they're starting a new musical picture this morning. If I could only get to the director, I'm sure...
- Joe, Studio Guard: I'm sorry, lady. The only way you can get in here is through the casting office.
- Joe, Studio Guard: Good morning, Mr. Morris.
- Wayne Morris: Good morning, Joe. Which stage are we working on?
- Joe, Studio Guard: Stage Six.
- Wayne Morris: Thanks.
- Joe, Studio Guard: Good morning, Miss Sheridan.
- Ann Sheridan: Good morning, Joe.
- Joe, Studio Guard: They'd like you to come to wardrobe please.
- Ann Sheridan: Okay, Joe. Thank you.
- Joe, Studio Guard: Good morning, Mr. O'Brien.
- Pat O'Brien: Hello, Joe. Say, when Cagney comes in, tell him he doesn't know, but he's got a guest for lunch.
- Joe, Studio Guard: Alright, I'll do that.
- Sammy Kane, the Director's Assistant: Don't worry about it. I'll get you a new prima ballerina. Just like that.
- Mr. Nitvitch, The Temperamental Director: Don't worry about it. You'll get me a prima ballerina, just like that.
- Sammy Kane, the Director's Assistant: Sure.
- Mr. Nitvitch, The Temperamental Director: Prima ballerina? Do you know that prima ballerina's do not grow on bushes. Ah, I have it. Quiet! I got an idea. Let's go to lunch.
- Sammy Kane, the Director's Assistant: Lunch everybody. Lunch.
- Mr. Nitvitch, The Temperamental Director: [Final lines] Wonderful! I give you the Academy Reward!
- Sally Carter: Oh, thank you Mr. Nitvitz.
- Sammy Kane, the Director's Assistant: Now, let me tell you something, Shorty! I've stood enough around here...
- Argumentative Dancer: You big gorilla! You don't even know which side you bread is buttered on!
- Sammy Kane, the Director's Assistant: It don't matter. I eat both sides anyway.
- Sammy Kane, the Director's Assistant: You'll go for this one, chief. She's a pip! And she's got what it takes.
- Mr. Nitvitch, The Temperamental Director: She's got what? The pip?
- Sammy Kane, the Director's Assistant: No. No. She's a wiz!
- Mr. Nitvitch, The Temperamental Director: Aw, she's a wiz.
- Mr. Nitvitch, The Temperamental Director: Oh, I've seen you in many, many pictures before. Your face is very unfamiliar.