Faye Dunaway credited as playing...
Gwen
- Gwen: I'm hired by Mr. Finnegan...
- Eddie Anderson: I know why you're hired by Mr. Finnegan.
- Gwen: He doesn't pay me for that.
- Gwen: OK, yes, I know, I'm nothing, I never was, but you! You could have been...
- Eddie Anderson: What? What?!
- Gwen: ...What you could have been. ...What happened to you, Eddie? Must kill you to think what you might have been.
- Gwen: I used to think it was just in the office, but you do the same way everywhere. And you'll never change. You're a liar. Like most people. But you lie to yourself. That's killing you.
- Gwen: He's very arrogant. He doesn't like it when he can't have his way on everything. He knows that turns me on.
- Gwen: I need someone like him, someone who's there. And I need someone else from time to time. The way a man does. A girl isn't supposed to think that way, I know. And I'd like to find it all in one person. There's no such animal!
- Gwen: The fact is, there's something about a bastard. Like they say, it's always the trombone player. The one who turns you on is the one who does you in.
- Gwen: After I'm married, we could see each other. Get a place, fix it up and I'd take care of you there. That's all you want of me anyway, the night stuff, everything perfect. And - that's all I want of you. And you say you want the truth. That'd be it. But, isn't that what you've always wanted?
- Gwen: I don't hear a sound out of you for a year and a half. Now you come on with that marriage salami. What the hell do you think I am?
- Gwen: I called up Jack Schnee.
- Eddie Anderson: The poster man?
- Gwen: That's right. You got it.
- Eddie Anderson: What was his attraction?
- Gwen: I remembered you didn't like him. That was his attraction and that's the way I went.
- Gwen: People aren't that way! They pretend, lie, like you do, because they can't take it the way they really are: faithless. You can't take it the way you really are, faithless. And the way I really am.
- Gwen: I'll tell you the best of all. An Italian. A movie producer: fat, pig rich, arrogant. An old man with a nothing body. But he'd look at me and he'd smile that soft Italian smile - and he'd hold me with those soft Italian hands. Like the hands of one of those old saints. No poetry about love - but such affection. The purest, the most honest, the most believable thing.
- Sam Arness: Miss, I find my life, all conversation change when subject money. You find same thing? Evening before, everything "Sweetheart, honey, lollipop" plenty chop-chop monkey business. Next morning, cold behind, right?
- Gwen: That's life.