Carole Lombard credited as playing...
Lily Garland formerly Mildred Plotka
- Oscar Jaffe: I'm offering you a last chance to become immortal.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Then I've decided to stay mortal with responsible management.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: That's the trouble with you, Oscar. With both of us. We're not people, we're lithographs. We don't know anything about love unless it's written and rehearsed. We're only real in between curtains.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: All those opera tenors, acrobats, that Italian bicycle rider I told you about... they're all lies. The only man in my life was that cavalier in there. Oscar Jaffe.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Is Oscar Jaffe on this train? You'd better tell me.
- Owen O'Malley: Right in there. The Little Corporal is returning from another Moscow, his head bloodied but still unbowed.
- George Smith: Lying to me! Every minute with every breath, lying to me!
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Yes. I tried to save you pain! I lied, yes, only to save you!
- Oscar Jaffe: That' s from Sappho.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Get out!
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: What is it this time - the big drama about Hairpin Annie, the pride of the gashouse?
- George Smith: And you wanted my respect!
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Who cares about your respect? I'm too big to be respected. The men I've known have understood that.
- George Smith: Men you've known? Jaffe, you mean.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Yes, Jaffe. He'll tell you what I am: A first-class passenger entitled to privileges.
- George Smith: Oh, an artist!
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: You're darned tooting I am!
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Oscar, you're complete. The most horrible excuse for a human being that ever walked on two legs.
- Oscar Jaffe: Lily, you're crying.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Sure, I turn on a faucet. It's that sort of scene.
- Oscar Jaffe: When I love a woman, I'm an Oriental. It never goes. It never dies.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Phooey.
- Oscar Jaffe: Love blinded me. That was the trouble between us as producer and artist.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: So that's what it was, was it? How about your name in electric lights bigger than everybody's, and your delusion that you were a Shakespeare and a Napoleon and a Grand Lama of Tibet all rolled into one?
- Oscar Jaffe: When I love a woman, I'm an Oriental. It never goes! It never dies!
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Phooey!
- Oscar Jaffe: I'm offering you your last chance to become immortal.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Thanks, I've decided to stay mortal - with a responsible management!
- Oscar Jaffe: Who?
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Max Jacobs!
- Oscar Jaffe: I can't believe it.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: No? Read the papers tomorrow, then. Why do you think I left Hollywood?
- Oscar Jaffe: Max Jacobs! He's a thief! Illiterate! He can hardly write his own name!
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: He writes it on checks, all right - great BIG checks, too!
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: You go back and tell that fake Svengali I wouldn't wipe my feet on him if he were starving, and I hope he is.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: He made a million dollars off me, if that's what you mean. And I'm not catering to his senseless, neurotic, egomaniac jealousies any longer. I'm no Tribly.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Fame! Success! Empty words! What is therein? Stop making those awful faces.
- George Smith: Stop acting.
- Oscar Jaffe: Do you trust me, child?
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Yes.
- Oscar Jaffe: I'm going to find the soul that's there and release it - so it'll fly. Soar up to the top gallery!
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Oscar, you're complete. The most horrible excuse for a human being that ever walked on two legs.
- Oscar Jaffe: You've always misunderstood me, Lily. No matter what I said, if he'd been a lover, a real man, he'd have taken you in his arms, he'd have been tender. Instead of that, he stalked out of the room, like a Reverend Henry Davidson in "Rain".
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Your philosophy of love doesn't interest me, Mr. Jaffe.
- Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: What do you want, scorpion?
- Oscar Jaffe: If it makes you any happier to call me names, go ahead.