Barry Detweiler: [looking at the corpse of Fedora] They had done a good job on her considering the messy way her life had ended.
Barry Detweiler: I guess no gentleman would bring up an old affair. But then, I'm no gentleman.
Barry Detweiler: Six weeks later the woman who called herself The Countess Sobryanski died peacefully on the island of Corfu. The news rated one short paragraph in the local paper. The electric blanket I had sent her... came back undelivered.
President of the Academy: What would it take to coax you back.
Fedora: They don't make woman's pictures anymore.
President of the Academy: Because they don't make women like you anymore.
The Countess: Anton, when those musicians come back, tell them we've heard enough of that "Valse triste." It's rather tacky!
Doctor Vando: [disbelieving] Jean Sibelius tacky?
Fedora: [to the President of the Academy] Say "hello" to all my friends in Hollywood... those who are still around.
Barry Detweiler: [Dutch insists on paying for their drinks so Dr. Vando will leave without finding the script he slipped into his coat pocket] No, no. It's on me. Please let me.
Doctor Vando: Why?
Barry Detweiler: Because I'm crazy about you, Doc.
Doctor Vando: [referring to the gold hoop in his left ear] Don't let this earring fool you.
The Countess: Remember those days? Moral turpitude? You could have six husbands but you couldn't have an illegitimate child. Now you can have six children and no husband and who cares.
Barry Detweiler: [bemoaning the state of 1970's Hollywood to The Countess] It's a whole different business now. The kids with beards have taken over. They don't need scripts, just give 'em a hand-held camera with a zoom lens.