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: What a story! Everything but the bloodhounds snappin' at her rear end.
: The bed looks like a dead animal act.
[Bill is saying goodbye to Birdie as he departs for Hollywood
] Bill Sampson
: What should I tell Tyrone Power for you? Birdie
: Just give him my phone number; I'll tell him myself.
: You bought the new girdles a size smaller, I can feel it. Birdie
: Something maybe grew a size larger. Margo Channing
: When we get home you're going to get into one of those girdles and act for two and a half hours. Birdie
: I couldn't get into the girdle in two and a half hours.
: Birdie, you don't like Eve, do you? Birdie
: You looking for an answer or an argument? Margo Channing
: An answer. Birdie
: No. Margo Channing
: Why not? Birdie
: Now you want an argument.
: There's a message from the bartender. Does Miss Channing know she ordered domestic gin by mistake? Margo Channing
: The only thing I ordered by mistake is the guests. They're domestic, too, and they don't care what they drink as long as it burns!
: She thinks only of me, doesn't she? Birdie
: Well, let's say she thinks only about you, anyway. Margo Channing
: How do you mean that? Birdie
: I'll tell you how: like... like she's studying you, like you was a play or a book or a set of blueprints - how you walk, talk, eat, think, sleep... Margo Channing
: I'm sure that's very flattering, Birdie. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with it.
: I haven't got a union. I'm slave labor. Margo Channing
: Well? Birdie
: But the wardrobe women have got one, and next to a tenor, a wardrobe woman is the touchiest thing in show business.
: We now got everything a dressing room needs except a basketball hoop.