Capucine credited as playing...
Hallie
- Hallie: He's a sculptor, darling. Like Michelangelo, Maillol, Rodin and me.
- Frank Bonito: Last time you told me you wrote poetry.
- Hallie: No. I just echo it.
- Hallie: I'm a sculptress. Or rather, I used to be before I fell down the well. But it's a very nice well. Cozy. And all the little frogs love me. And the big frog, Madame Jo, adores me. Yes, it's a very nice well. I have the run of the bottom of the well.
- Jo Courtney: Perhaps maturity will change all that.
- Hallie: What do you think I'll mature into? You?
- [Jo slaps Hallie]
- Jo Courtney: [of a bust Hallie is sculpting of her] Oh, I see you've started working again. Why don't you go back to it?
- Hallie: [despondently] Suddenly I don't feel like working.
- Jo Courtney: [brightly] All right, then let's go shopping!
- Hallie: You haven't got the patience.
- Jo Courtney: Oh, you know me better than that, Hallie. Sometimes I've waited years for what I wanted.
- Jo Courtney: My, we are depressed, aren't we?
- Hallie: No, I'm bored. And I've only just gotten up. Maybe I ought to go back to bed.
- Miss Precious: Hallie, let's get out of this place. Let's leave here.
- Hallie: To do what? Where would we go? After three years of this easy life, I don't have energy for anything else.
- Hallie: I can't stay cooped up here. I've got to break out, to find excitement. Lock me up, swallow the key, and I'll still crawl out - nibble my way out through the plaster.
- Hallie: Stop hammering at me. Stop trying to change me, because I cannot change. Oh, Jo, stop trying. Just let me go on being what I am, whatever that is.
- Jo Courtney: I'll tell you what. Let's spend the afternoon here. You can start a new head of me. Or my hands. You've always wanted to do my hands.
- Hallie: I'm not in the mood.
- Hallie: "And when she smiled it was as if the moon came out." A remark by T.S. Eliot. Ever heard of Eliot? A bank clerk.
- Hallie: She was so greedy for life. She wanted so much. Not even a husband and child were enough. She wanted to taste everything. And I am my mother's child.
- Dove Linkhorn: I'd like to know everything about you.
- Hallie: There should be secrets - unknown things.
- Hallie: After I left Texas, I went to New York. New York. A mob of six million people, and every one of them a stranger. Sometimes the weeks passed and nobody spoke to me, except a waitress, a bus driver, or a guy on the make. I was so lonely I ached all over.