Emily Whitman, Theodore Whitman: Relax, and listen to the rain on the roof go plunk planka plink plunk planka plink planka. Let's have a drink and shelter from the showers! Rain, rain, don't go away, fill up the sky, rain through the night, we'll stay cozy and dry.
Buddy: I've got those... God-why-don't-you-love-me-oh-you-do-I'll-see-you-later Blues!
Sally: I dim the lights and think about you; spend sleepless nights to think about you; you said you loved me, but were you just being kind? Or am I losing my mind?
Phyllis: Lucy's a lassie you pat on the head; Jessie is classy, but virtually dead! Lucy wants to be classy, Jessie wants to be lassie; if Lucy and Jessie could only combine I can tell you someone who would finally feel just fine!
Ben: Success is swell, and success is sweet, but every height has a drop. The less achievement, the less defeat; What's the point of shovin' your way to the top? Livin' laughin' lovin' you're never a flop!
Buddy: Margie! Oh, Margie! She says she really loves me!; She says she really cares; She says that I'm her hero; she says, I'm perfect she swears! She says that if we parted, she says that she'd be sick; she say's she's mine forever; she says, and I gotta get away from her quick!
Sally: No, don't talk to me, Ben, I forget! What were we like? It's so hazy! Look at these people, aren't they eerie? Look at this party, isn't it dreary? I'm so glad I came!
Phyllis: Leave you? Leave you? How could I leave you? Sweetheart, I have to confess... COULD I leave you? Yes. WILL I leave you? Guess!
Ben: The roads you never take go through rocky ground, don't they? The choices that you make aren't all that grim. The worlds you never see still will be around, won't they? The Ben I'll never be, Who remembers him?
Buddy: Sally! Oh, Sally! She says she loves another; she says a fella she prefers; she says that he's her idol; she says, ideal, she avers; she says that anybody would suit her more than I; she says that I'm a washout, she says, and I love her so much, I could die!
Buddy: Waiting around for the girls upstairs, after the curtain came down; money in my pocket to spend; "Honey, could you maybe get a friend for my friend?"
Ben: Hearing the sounds of the girls above, dressing to go on the town...
Buddy: Clicking heels on steel and cement...
Ben: Picking up the giggles floating down through the vent...
Sally: In Buddy's arms, on Buddy's shoulder, I won't get older. Nothing dies. And all I ever dreamed I'd be, the best I ever thought of me, is every minute there to see, in Buddy's eyes.
Stella Deems: Who's that woman? I know I know that woman, so clever; but ever so sad! Love, she said, was a fad! The kind of love that she couldn't make fun of, she'd have none of. Who's that woman, that cheery, weary woman who's dressing for yet one more spree? Each day I see her pass, in my looking glass. Lord, Lord, Lord! That woman is me!
Carlotta Campion: Good times and bum times, I've seen 'em all and, my dear, I'm still here! Plush velvet sometimes, sometimes just pretzels and beer, but I'm here! I've run the gamut, A to Z. Three cheers and dammit, c'est la vie! I got through all of last year, and I'm here! Lord knows, at least I was there, and I'm here!
Carlotta Campion: I've gotten through "Hey, lady, aren't you whoozis? Wow! What a looker you were!" Or, better yet, "Sorry, I thought you were whoozis. Whatever happened to her?"
Sally, Ben: Too many mornings wasted in pretending I reach for you. How many mornings are there still to come! How much time can we hope that there will be? Not much time, but it's time enough for me. If there's time to look up and be/see Sally standing at the door, Sally moving to the bed, Sally resting in your/my arms, with your head against my head.
Buddy: The right girl-yeah! The right girl-yeah! She sees you're nothing and thinks you're king! She knows you've got other songs to sing. You still could be, hell, well anything when you've got-yeah! The right girl-yeah! And I got...
Phyllis: Could I live through the pain on a terrace in Spain? Would it pass? It would pass! Could I bury my rage with a boy half your age in the grass? Bet your ass!
[as the cast continues a dream Follies number, Ben forgets his lyrics and tries to get out]
Ben: Look at me! I'm nobody! Can't you see that I'm a fraud? You couldn't love me! no one could! All I'd do is hurt you, tell you lies! Her zipper stuck, and you kept saying "I love you! I love you!" I only wanted her 'till I had her! After that, it didn't matter! I got a job, and it was easy! But they'll never know! I'm too smart for them! You hear me? They'll never catch me! I'm too smart! I'm too... smart... NO!
Ben: Me, I like to live, me, I like to laugh, me...
[he goes blank]
Ben: me, I like... I like... me... me, I don't love me!
[Buddy imagines his affair with a woman named Margie]
Buddy: Hey, Margie. It's day, babe. My flight goes - no, stay, babe. You know how you cry, babe - stay home. Be good now, we'll speak, babe. It might be next week, babe - Hey, Margie - goodbye, babe - I gotta go home.
Hattie Walker: At my tiny flat, it's just my cat, a bed, and a chair. Still - I'll stick it till I'm on a bill all over Times Square!
Young Sally: I may burn the toast.
Young Buddy: Oh, well... I may make a rotten host.
Young Sally: Do tell...
Young Ben, Young Phyllis: Today was perfectly perfect, you say. Well, don't go away, 'cause if you think you liked today, you're gonna love tomorrow - mmhmm - just stick around and see - mmhmm, and if you love tomorrow, think of how it's gonna be. Tomorrow's what you're gonna have a lifetime of with me!