Fanny Brice Quotes in Funny Girl (1968)

[first lines]

Fanny Brice: [looking in the mirror] Hello, gorgeous.

Fanny Brice: Where I come from, when two people... well, sort of love each other... oh, never mind.

Nick Arnstein: Well? What do they do when they "sort of love each other"?

Fanny Brice: Well, one of them says, "Why don't we get married?"

Nick Arnstein: Really?

Fanny Brice: Yeah, and sometimes it's even the man.

Fanny Brice: "No law against waiting," I said, "people do it all the time." For once, I didn't say too much, I didn't say too little, I said just what I said and then walked.

Florenz Ziegfeld: Miss Brice, do I have to remind you this is my theatre?

Fanny Brice: So what, nobody argues with the landlord?

Nick Arnstein: [Nicky Arnstein has just ordered "filet de boeuf, sauce bordelaise" in French]

Fanny Brice: I would have ordered roast beef and potatoes.

Nick Arnstein: I did.

Fanny Brice: You could get lonesome being that free.

Nick Arnstein: You could get lonesome being that busy.

Fanny Brice: Now who'd think to look at us that we got the same problem!

Rose Brice: When you look at him, you only see what you want to see.

Fanny Brice: I see him as he is. I love him as he is!

Rose Brice: Fanny. Love him a little less. Help him a little more.

Fanny Brice: He's a gentleman. A gentleman fits in anyplace.

Rose Brice: A sponge fits in anyplace.

Fanny Brice: Flo! Flo, quit yelling or your ulcer will flare up.

Florenz Ziegfeld: That's funny coming from you, you gave me that ulcer!

Fanny Brice: [singing] Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter.

Fanny Brice: If I can't tell when you're ordering roast beef and potatoes, how will I know when you're making advances?

Nick Arnstein: You'll know. I'll be much more direct.

[last lines]

Nick Arnstein: Goodbye, Fanny.

Fanny Brice: Bye, Nick.

[song "My Man" follows]

Fanny Brice: No harm in waiting, I said, people do it everyday... For once, I didn't say too much, I said just enough, and then walked away!

Fanny Brice: You think beautiful girls are going to stay in style forever? I should say not! Any minute now they're going to be out! Finished! Then it'll be my turn!

Fanny Brice: You were wrong, Mrs. Strakosh.

Fanny Brice: [at her first meeting Billy Rose] If we hate the same people and you get your suit cleaned, it's a match.

Billy Rose: [referring to having borrowed money from the mob to finance his show] They're gonna build me into the West Side Highway.

Fanny Brice: That's the only good news I've heard tonight.

Billy Rose: I'm not kidding.

Fanny Brice: Neither am I.

Fanny Brice: Tell Mr Ziegfeld, I'm not in and if I was in, I wouldn't see him and if I did see him, tell him, I wouldn't buy a thing.

Fanny Brice: If I can give Belasco four dollars for silk stockings made of cotton, I can give Ziegfeld a little more for a mink coat made of skunk.

Fanny Brice: Get me some viskey!

Fanny Brice: [Admiring herself, and her showy costume, in the mirror] Look at ya'. You're workin' for Mr. Ziegfeld now, and ya' look like a million dollars. For the first time in your life, you're class, ya' mug.

Florenz Ziegfeld Jr.: [Scolding the wardrobe man for having dressed Miss Brice in an inappropriately showy costume] How do you expect Miss Brice to sing a sad song about her man, dressed up like a nightingale? I find personalities, and you try to destroy them. I didn't engage Miss Brice as a showgirl.

Clarence: [after having altered Miss Brice's costume to the bare minimum] Is that all right, Mr. Ziegfeld?

Florenz Ziegfeld Jr.: Well, it's all right for now. Tomorrow, get her another outfit. And don't make it, buy it. Go to a second-hand store and get her an old dress. She's supposed to be a, an apache, a poor French girl, an urchin!

Clarence: [meekly] Yes, sir.

Fanny Brice: [looking disappointed] So, to work for Mr. Ziegfeld, I gotta' be an urchin. Even in burlesque I was middle class.

Burlesque Prima Donna: Once in burlesque, always in burlesque, unless you got looks, or a voice, or something.

Fanny Brice: Well, that's what I got, kid.

Burlesque Prima Donna: What?

Fanny Brice: Something.