Margo Quotes in Despicable Me 3 (2017)

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Margo Quotes:

  • Margo: Uh, it's okay to tell them no sometimes, too, you know. Moms need to be tough.

  • Margo: No, I meant to be tougher on them, not me!

  • AgnesMargo: [to Gru and Lucy] Aloha!

    [show them a Hawaiian decorated tree]

    Gru: [irritated] This is unexpected...

    Margo: [puts a lei with flowers on it on Gru] Well, you never got to go on a honeymoon, so...

    Edith: [recording with her phone] ... we made you dinner!

    Agnes: It's a luau!

    [hands Lucy a lei with flowers on it]

    Agnes: We got pineapples and coconuts and ukuleles!

    [drags Lucy as Margo drags Gru]

    Gru: [irritated still] Oh, yay...

  • Margo: God, aren't you even gonna kiss her goodbye?

    Jack Burton: Nope.

  • Margo: This is just so shocking. I mean I must just be so monumentally naive.

    Eddie: You are.

  • Agnes: Why are you wearing your pajamas?

    Vector: [sputters] These aren't pajamas! It's a warm-up suit.

    Edith: What are you warming up for?

    Vector: Stuff.

    Margo: What sort of stuff?

    Vector: Super-cool stuff you wouldn't understand.

    Agnes: Like sleeping?

    Vector: THEY ARE NOT PAJAMAS!

  • Margo: Hello? Cookies for sale!

    Gru: Go away, I'm not home!

    Margo: Uh, yes, you are. I heard you.

    Gru: No, you didn't. This... is a recording.

    Margo: [scoffs] No, it isn't.

    Gru: Yes, it is. Watch this. Leave a message. Beep!

    [Edith kicks the door, causing Gru to scream in pain]

    Agnes: Goodbye, recorded message.

    Margo: [off-screen] Agnes, come on!

  • Gru: Kyle. These are not treats. These are guests!

    [to the girls]

    Gru: Girls, this is Kyle, my... dog.

    [Kyle growls]

    Agnes: Ooh, fluffy doggie!

    [She runs toward Kyle, who whines and runs away; she groans in disappointment]

    Margo: What kind of dog is that?

    Gru: He's a... I don't know.

  • Gru: Clearly we need to set some rules. Rule number one: You will not touch *anything*.

    Margo: Aha. What about the floor?

    Gru: Yes, you may touch the floor.

    Margo: What about the air?

    Gru: Yes, you may touch the air.

    Edith: What about this?

    [holds a ray gun in her hands, the laser sight aimed right at Gru]

    Gru: [screams, holding a frying pan for protection] Where did you get that?

    Edith: [shrugs] Found it.

    [Gru takes it away from her]

    Gru: Okay, rule number two: You will not bother me while I'm working. Rule number three: You will not cry, or whine, or laugh, or giggle, or sneeze or barf or fart! So no, no, no annoying sounds. All right?

    Agnes: Does this count as annoying?

    [lets go of Margo's hand and puckers her cheeks]

    Gru: [stops Agnes] Very!

    [sighs, irritated]

    Gru: I'll see you in six hours.

    [leaves the kitchen]

    Margo: Okay, don't worry. Everything is going to be fine. We're gonna be really happy here. Right...? Agnes?

    [She and Edith turn and see Agnes scarfing from the bowl on the floor marked "food."]

    Agnes: [mouth full] Mmm?

  • Margo: Oh, uh, can we get stuffed crust?

    EdithAgnesJerry the MinionStuart the Minion: OOOOHHHH, stuffed crust.

    Gru: I'll stuff you all in the crust!

    [Agnes giggles]

    Agnes: You're funny!

    Gru: Just don't come out of that room again!

  • Margo: You gave us back.

    Gru: I know, I know, and it is the worst mistake I ever made.

  • [as Gru tucks in the girls on their first night in his house]

    Margo: Just so you know, you're never going to be my dad.

    Gru: Hmm, I think I can live with that.

  • [on being told they are being adopted]

    Margo: I bet the mom is beautiful!

    Edith: I bet the daddy's eyes sparkle!

    Agnes: I bet their house is made of gummy bears!

    [off their looks]

    Agnes: I'm just saying it'd be nice.

  • Miss Hattie: Now, go clean something of mine.

    [Margo, Edith and Agnes trudge out, passing the Box of Shame]

    MargoEdithAgnes: Hi, Penny.

    Penny: [from inside] Hi, guys.

  • Gru: So, good night, sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite. Because there are literally thousands of them.

    [whispering menacingly]

    Gru: Oh, and there's probably something in your closet.

    [He chuckles evilly and closes the door]

    Margo: He's just kidding, Agnes.

  • [saying their prayers before bed]

    Margo: And please watch over us, and bless that we'll have a good night's sleep.

    Edith: And bless that while we're sleeping, no bugs will crawl into our ears and lay eggs in our brains!

    Agnes: Ugh!

    Margo: Great. Thanks for that image, Edith.

    Agnes: And please bless that someone will adopt us soon, and that the mommy and daddy will be nice... and have a pet unicorn.

    [Margo and Edith roll their eyes]

    Agnes: Amen.

    MargoEdith: Amen.

  • [after Gru lied about his fear of dating]

    Gru: Good night, Edith.

    [gives her a good night kiss and gently pulls the beanie over Edith's eyes]

    Gru: Good night, Margo.

    [gives her a goodnight kiss, but returns in suspicion]

    Gru: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the horses. Who are you texting?

    Margo: No one. Just my friend Avery.

    Gru: Avery...

    [confused]

    Gru: Avery? Is that a girl's name or a boy's name?

    Margo: Does it matter?

    Gru: No. No, it doesn't matter, unless it's a boy!

    Agnes: I know what makes you a boy.

    Gru: [concerned] Uhh... Oooh... you... do?

    Agnes: Your bald head.

    Gru: [relieved] Oh... yes.

    Agnes: It's really smooth. Sometimes I stare it, and imagine a little chick popping out.

    [imitating a chick]

    Agnes: Peep-peep-peep.

    Gru: Good night, Agnes.

    [kisses her forehead]

    Gru: Never get older.

  • Antonio: [suave] And my dream is to one day play video games for a living.

    Margo: [romantically] Wow.

    [chuckles]

    Margo: You're so complicated.

    Gru: Margo...

    [the tweens look up and, once seeing Gru, Margo gasps in astonisment]

    Gru: [attempts a smile] What is going on here?

    Margo: Oh, Gru. Se llama, Antonio. Me llamo, Margo.

    Gru: Me llamo-llama-ding dong.

    [serious]

    Gru: Who cares? Let's go.

  • Gru: I have accepted a new job.

    Margo: Whoa! Really?

    Gru: Yes, I have been recruited by a top secret agency to go undercover and save the world!

    Edith: You're gonna be a spy?

    Gru: *That's* right, baby! Gru's back in the game with gadgets and weapons and cool cars! The whole deal!

    Edith: [amazed] Awesome!

    Agnes: Are you really gonna save the world?

    Gru: [coolly] Yes.

    [puts on a pair of sunglasses]

    Gru: Yes, I am.

    Dave: [copies him] Mocha!

    Tim: [wearing an old Dutch beard and tie] Cacao!

    Stuart: [dresses like Pippi Longstocking] Papadum? Eh,

    [chuckles]

  • Margo: Hey, what celebrity do you look like?

    Gru: Uh, Bruce Willis.

    Margo: Mmm, no.

    Agnes: Humpty Dumpty!

    Edith: Ooh, Gollum!

  • Margo: [to Gru; glaring at Antonio] I hate boys.

    Gru: Yes, they stink.

  • The Plague: Our recent unknown intruder penetrated using the superuser account, giving him access to our whole system.

    Margo: Precisely what you're paid to prevent.

    The Plague: Someone didn't bother reading my carefully prepared memo on commonly-used passwords. Now, then, as I so meticulously pointed out, the four most-used passwords are: love, sex, secret, and...

    Margo: [glares at The Plague]

    The Plague: god. So, would your holiness care to change her password?

  • Hal: [the Cookie Monster virus appears on the screen and commences eating the data] There's a new virus on the database.

    Margo: What's happening?

    Hal: It's replicating, eating up memory: what do I do?

    The Plague: Type 'cookie', you idiot. I'll head them off at the pass.

  • Todd: Well, something had to come through the window! Something had to break the stereo!

    Margo: And why is the carpet all wet, *Todd*?

    Todd: I don't *know*, Margo!

  • Margo: I hope he falls and breaks his neck.

    Todd: Oh, I'm sure he'll fall. But I don't think we're lucky enough for him to break his neck.

  • Margo: [a knock on the door] Go away Todd.

    [another knock]

    Margo: If you want to come in you'll have to break down the goddamn door!

    [Several SWAT officers bust down the door]

  • Margo: You just march over there and slug that creep in the face.

    Todd: I can't just attack someone.

    Margo: All right then, if you're not man enough to put an end to this shit, then I am.

  • Kurt: Listen up, Margo, those action figures are very important to me. They're worth a lot of money. And if I don't see every damned one back on my desk pretty soon, then, you can tell your teddy to watch his back.

    Margo: [returns one action figure] I'll return them, one at a time... You going to Cindy's party?

    Lars Lindstrom: Oh, no.

    Margo: I was hoping you would. I really wish you would.

    Lars Lindstrom: Do you think I could bring my girlfriend?

    Margo: Oh, um, yeah, yeah, I'm totally bringing somebody

    Lars Lindstrom: Hm.

  • Lars Lindstrom: I was hoping winter was over.

    Margo: No, it's just a thaw - winter isn't over till Easter.

  • Margo: What are you doing Friday night?

    Lars Lindstrom: I have a school board meeting. Bianca got elected, so...

  • Kurt: You know what your problem is, Margo? You're just too aggressive. Just chill-lax, you know?

    Margo: Shut up!

  • Margo: Things look so much better!

  • Margo: [having an awkward conversation defending Lars at a party] So, I here you guys are getting married?

    Party Couple - Man: No!

    Party Couple - Woman: Yes!

    Margo: [Margo walks away, having completely distracted the couple]

  • Margo: Am I a horrible person?

    Margo: We're all horrible; we're all people.

  • Margo: Dickie?

    [walks into room and sees a still hypnotized Dickie standing there with his finger in his nose and his tongue wiggling around outside his mouth]

    Margo: Boy this is not your lunch break.

    [Dickie continues to pick his nose and wiggle his tongue]

    Margo: All right ice dork, hop to it.

    [Dickie starts hopping out the room while still picking his nose and wiggling his tongue. Margo looks on in disbelief]

  • Margo: Stick to your rapping Ice Shtick and leave the smart remarks to those with IQs over 40.

    Dickie: It's not rap, it's mantras.

    Margo: I was chanting mantras before you were born.

    Dickie: [pause] You were chanting mantras before Buddha was born.

    Margo: That's pretty good, Dickie, that's pretty good.

  • Margo: [Dickie has just walked in with an unbuttoned shirt exposing a new tattoo of an orange sun on the lower part of his stomach] Well would you look at that. the sun is setting in that boy's pants.

    Lenny: He wishes!

  • Lenny: Diaper Rodeo! Diaper Rodeo! Diaper Rodeo!

    Margo: Okay! On your mark! Get Ready! Get Set! Go!

    Robin: [Robin and Dan are competing to see who can change a diaper faster. Robin is talking to Carrie] Hold still sweetie, just hold still!

    Sly: [laughing] Oh no! There goes old faithful!

    Dan: Ahhh, sprang a leak!

    Robin: [finishes] TIME!

    Dan: Oh no! i had a leak here, i also had an injury, a rotator cup injury-rotator cup!

  • CeCe: And we never pay for parking. And we never carry cash, it's bad luck.

    Margo: And we never buy our own drinks.

    Clifford: Words to live by.

    Margo: And we never wait in line.

  • CeCe: We're all great girls. Kelly might be prettier, but Margo, tell him which one of us is sexier.

    Margo: You're ten points sexier. I'm... what?

    CeCe: No, six pionts sexier and she's ten points bitchier.

    Cliffy: Are you sure it was only ten points?

  • Margo: You have to get lost before you find yourself.

  • Margo: It's a shame, don't you think? All the strings inside him broke.

  • Margo: All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

  • Quentin Jacobsen: Interesting capitalization.

    Margo: Yeah. I'm a big believer in random capitalization. The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle.

  • Margo: Everything's uglier up close.

    Quentin Jacobsen: Not you.

  • Margo: Okay, you see this? This is your comfort zone. It's this big, Quentin. All the things that you want in the world are way out there.

  • Margo: Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night!

  • Margo: Bill's thirty-two. He looks thirty-two. He looked it five years ago, he'll look it twenty years from now. I hate men.

  • Margo: Funny business, a woman's career - the things you drop on your way up the ladder so you can move faster. You forget you'll need them again when you get back to being a woman. That's one career all females have in common, whether we like it or not: being a woman. Sooner or later, we've got to work at it, no matter how many other careers we've had or wanted. And in the last analysis, nothing's any good unless you can look up just before dinner or turn around in bed, and there he is. Without that, you're not a woman. You're something with a French provincial office or a book full of clippings, but you're not a woman. Slow curtain, the end.

  • Margo: So many people know me. I wish I did. I wish someone would tell me about me.

    Karen: You're Margo, just Margo.

    Margo: And what is that, besides something spelled out in light bulbs, I mean - besides something called a temperament, which consists mostly of swooping about on a broomstick and screaming at the top of my voice? Infants behave the way I do, you know. They carry on and misbehave - they'd get drunk if they knew how - when they can't have what they want, when they feel unwanted or insecure or unloved.

  • Margo: Nice speech, Eve. But I wouldn't worry too much about your heart. You can always put that award where your heart ought to be.

  • Margo: Birdie, you don't like Eve, do you?

    Birdie: You looking for an answer or an argument?

    Margo: An answer.

    Birdie: No.

    Margo: Why not?

    Birdie: Now you want an argument.

  • Margo: Lloyd, honey, be a playwright with guts. Write me one about a nice normal woman who just shoots her husband.

  • Lloyd Richards: I shall never understand the weird process by which a body with a voice suddenly fancies itself as a mind. Just when exactly does an actress decide they're HER words she's speaking and HER thoughts she's expressing?

    Margo: Usually at the point where she has to rewrite and rethink them, to keep the audience from leaving the theatre!

  • Margo: You bought the new girdles a size smaller, I can feel it.

    Birdie: Something maybe grew a size larger.

    Margo: 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.

  • Bill Sampson: You know, there isn't a playwright in the world who could make me believe this would happen between two adult people. Goodbye, Margo.

    Margo: Bill? Where are you going? To find Eve?

    Bill Sampson: That suddenly makes the whole thing believable.

  • Bill Sampson: This is my cue to take you in my arms and reassure you. But I'm not going to - I'm too mad.

    Margo: Guilty!

    Bill Sampson: Mad! Darling, there are certain characteristics for which you are famous, on stage and off. I love you for some of them, in spite of others. I haven't let those become too important. They're part of your equipment for getting along in what is laughingly called our environment. You have to keep your teeth sharp - all right - but I will not have you sharpen them on me, or on Eve!

    Margo: What about her teeth? What about her fangs?

    Bill Sampson: She hasn't cut them yet, and you know it! So when you start judging an idealistic, dreamy-eyed kid by the barroom Benzedrine standards of this megalomaniac society, I won't have it! Eve Harrington has never, by word, look, thought, or suggestion indicated anything to me but her adoration for you and her happiness at our being in love. And to intimate anything else doesn't spell jealousy to me - it spells a paranoiac insecurity that you should be ashamed of!

    Margo: Cut! Print it! What happens in the next reel? Do I get dragged off screaming to the snake pits?

  • Margo: I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail, like a salted peanut.

  • Bill Sampson: Have you no human consideration?

    Margo: Show me a human, and I might have!

  • Lloyd Richards: A Hollywood movie star just arrived.

    Margo: Shucks, and I sent my autograph book to the cleaner.

  • Bill Sampson: We have to go to City Hall for the marriage license and blood test.

    Margo: I'd marry you if it turned out you had no blood at all.

  • Margo: Don't get up. And please stop acting as if I were the queen mother.

    Eve: I'm sorry, I...

  • Bill Sampson: Outside of a beehive, Margo, your behavior would not be considered either queenly or motherly.

    Margo: You are in a beehive, pal. Didn't you know? We are all busy little bees, full of stings, making honey day and night. Aren't we honey?

  • Birdie: There's a message from the bartender. Does Miss Channing know she ordered domestic gin by mistake?

    Margo: 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!

  • Margo: Why so remote Addison? I should think you'd be at your protégé's side lending her moral support.

    Addison DeWitt: Miss Casswell at the moment is where I can lend no support, moral or otherwise.

    Margo: In the lady's, shall we say, lounge?

    Addison DeWitt: ...being violently ill to her tummy.

  • Lloyd Richards: How about calling it a night?

    Margo: And you pose as a playwright? A situation pregnant with possibilities and all you can think of is everybody go to sleep.

  • Margo: I detest cheap sentiment.

  • Margo: Heaven help me. I love a psychotic!

  • Bill Sampson: You have every reason for happiness.

    Margo: Except happiness!

  • Margo: [in front of her boyfriend, Bill] I love you, Max. I really mean it. I love you. Come to the pantry.

    [she leaves]

    Max Fabian: [to Bill] She loves me like a father. Also, she's loaded.

  • Margo: As it happens, there are particular aspects of my life to which I would like to maintain sole and exclusive rights and privileges.

    Bill Sampson: For instance what?

    Margo: For instance: you!

  • Margo: You're not much of a bargain, you know. You're conceited and thoughtless and messy.

  • Bill Sampson: [to Eve] "Don't let it worry you", said the camera man, "Even De Mille couldn't see anything looking through the wrong end!" So that was the first and last...

    Margo: [entering] Don't let me kill the point. Or isn't it a story for grownups?

    Bill Sampson: You've heard it - about the time I looked into the wrong end of the camera finder.

    Margo: Remind me to tell you about the time I looked into the heart of an artichoke.

    Eve: I'd like to hear it.

    Margo: Some snowy night, in front of the fire.

  • Margo: Thank you, Eve. I'd like a martini, very dry.

    Bill Sampson: I'll get it.

    [to Eve]

    Bill Sampson: What'll you have?

    Margo: A milkshake?

    Eve: A martini, very dry, please.

  • Margo: Margo Channing is ageless - spoken like a press agent.

    Lloyd Richards: I know what I'm talking about. After all, they're my plays.

    Margo: Spoken like an author. Lloyd, I'm not twenty-ish, I'm not thirty-ish. Three months ago I was forty years old. Forty. Four O. That slipped out. I hadn't quite made up my mind to admit it. Now I suddenly feel as if I've taken all my clothes off.

  • Margo: I'll admit I may have seen better days, but I'm still not to be had for the price of a cocktail like a salted peanut.

  • Margo: Where is Princess... fire and music?

  • Lloyd Richards: What makes you think either Miller or Sherwood would stand for the nonsense I take from you? You'd better stick to Beaumont and Fletcher! They've been dead for three hundred years!

    Margo: ALL playwrights should be dead for three hundred years!

  • Lloyd Richards: There comes a time that a piano realizes that it has not written a concerto.

    Margo: And you, I take it, are the Paderewski who plays his concerto on me, the piano?

  • Bill Sampson: I start shooting a week from Monday. Zanuck is impatient. He wants me, he needs me.

    Margo: Zanuck, Zanuck, Zanuck. What are you two, lovers?

  • Llyod Richards: I understand that your understudy, Miss Harrington, has given her notice.

    Margo: Too bad.

    Bill Sampson: I'm broken up about it.

  • Margo: [to Bill] You be the host. It's your party. Happy birthday, welcome home, and we who are about to die salute you.

  • [Margo is getting drunk at the party]

    Bill Sampson: Many of your guests have been wondering when they may be permitted to view the body. Where has it been laid out?

    Margo: It hasn't been laid out, we haven't finished with the embalming. As a matter of fact, you're looking at it - the remains of Margo Channing, sitting up. It is my last wish to be buried sitting up.

  • Margo: Peace and quiet is for libraries!

  • Margo: She thinks only of me, doesn't she?

    Birdie: Well, let's say she thinks only about you, anyway.

    Margo: 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: I'm sure that's very flattering, Birdie. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with it.

  • Bill Sampson: Looks like I'm going to have a very fancy party...

    Margo: I thought you were going to be late.

    Bill Sampson: When I'm guest of honor?

    Margo: I had no idea you were even here.

    Bill Sampson: I ran into Eve on my way upstairs; she told me you were dressing.

    Margo: That never stopped you before.

    Bill Sampson: Well, we started talking, she wanted to know all about Hollywood, she seemed so interested...

    Margo: She's a girl of so many interests.

    Bill Sampson: It's a pretty rare quality these days.

    Margo: She's a girl of so many rare qualities.

    Bill Sampson: So she seems.

    Margo: So you've pointed out, so often. So many qualities, so often. Her loyalty, efficiency, devotion, warmth, affection - and so young. So young and so fair...

  • Birdie: I haven't got a union. I'm slave labor.

    Margo: Well?

    Birdie: But the wardrobe women have got one, and next to a tenor, a wardrobe woman is the touchiest thing in show business.

  • Karen: I'm sorry, Margo.

    Margo: What for? It isn't as though you personally drained the gas tank yourself.

  • Margo: Please don't play governess, Karen. I haven't your unyielding good taste. I wish *I* could have gone to Radcliffe, too, but Father wouldn't hear of it... He needed help behind the notions counter

    Margo: [continues] I'm being rude now, aren't I? Or should I say "ain't I"?

    Addison DeWitt: You're maudlin and full of self-pity. You're magnificent.

  • Margo: I'm a junkyard.

  • Lloyd Richards: You've been talking to that venomous fishwife Addison DeWitt!

    Margo: In this case, apparently as trustworthy as the World Almanac!

  • Llyod Richards: You knew when you came in that the audition was over, that Eve was your understudy, playing that childish little game of cat and mouse.

    Margo: Not mouse, never mouse. If anything *rat*!

  • Margo: Bill's welcome home birthday party might go down in history. Even before the party started, I could smell disaster in the air. I knew it, I sensed it, even as I finished dressing for the blasted party.

  • Margo: [as she's getting ready for the party] The extra help get here?

    Birdie: There's some loose characters dressed as maids and butlers. Who'd you call, the William Morris Agency?

    Margo: You're not being funny: I could *get* actors for less.

  • Bill Sampson: I can't believe you're making this up. It sounds like something out of an old Clyde Fitch play!

    Margo: Clyde Fitch, though you may not think so, was well before my time.

    Bill Sampson: I've always denied the legend that you were in "Our American Cousin" the night Lincoln was shot.

    Margo: I *don't* think that's funny!

  • Margo: I distinctly remember, Addison, crossing you off of my guest list. What are you doing here?

    Addison DeWitt: Dear Margo, you were an unforgettable Peter Pan. You must play it again, soon. You remember Miss Casswell.

    Margo: I do not. How do you do?

    Miss Casswell: We've never met. Maybe that's why?

    Addison DeWitt: Miss Casswell is an actress, a graduate of the Copacabana school of the dramatic arts.

    [Eve enters]

    Addison DeWitt: Ah, Eve.

    Eve: Good evening, Mr. DeWitt.

    Margo: I'd no idea you two knew each other.

    Addison DeWitt: This must be at long last our formal introduction. Until now, we've only met in passing.

    Miss Casswell: That's how you met me... in passing.

    Margo: Eve, this is an old friend of Mr. DeWitt's mother. Miss Casswell, Miss Harrington.

    Eve: Miss Casswell.

    Miss Casswell: How do you do?

    Margo: Addison, I've been waiting for you to meet Eve for the longest time.

    Addison DeWitt: It could only have been your natural timidity that kept you from mentioning it.

    Margo: You've heard of her great interest in the theater.

    Addison DeWitt: We have that in common.

    Margo: Then you two must have a long talk.

    Eve: I'm afraid Mr. DeWitt would find me boring.

    Miss Casswell: You won't bore him long, you won't get a chance to talk.

    Addison DeWitt: Claudia, come here.

    [takes her aside]

    Addison DeWitt: You see that man, that's Max Fabian, the producer. Now, go do yourself some good.

    Miss Casswell: Why do they always look like unhappy rabbits?

    Addison DeWitt: Because that's what they are.

    [taking her coat]

    Addison DeWitt: Now, go and make him happy.

    [goes back to Margo and drapes the coat over her arm]

    Addison DeWitt: Now, don't worry about your little charge, she'll be in safe hands.

    [walks off with Eve]

    Margo: [watches them go, then lifts her martini] Ah-men.

  • Margo: Heartburn? It's that Miss Casswell. I don't see why she hasn't given Addison heartburn.

    Bill Sampson: No heart to burn!

    Margo: Everybody has a heart - except some people.

  • Lincoln: I was bitten by a turtle once.

    Margo: Were you really?

    Lincoln: Yeah... yeah. It even left a scar if you...

    Margo: Rea... really?

    Lincoln: [shows Margo his bitten finger] It could've left a scar.

    [Margo laughs]

    Lincoln: It's that bad. It could've left a scar.

    Margo: Right, yeah. So, is it quite traumatic for you being back here with the turtles?

    Lincoln: [interrupting] It was. This is kinda like therapy for me.

    Margo: Oh! It is? Okay.

    Lincoln: Meeting the beast again.

    [Margo laughs]

  • Margo: I'm sorry I got mad at him. He must think I'm awful.

    Maisie: Mommy gets mad at him all the time.

  • Harry Stoner: Everybody misses.

    Margo: Not professionals.

    Harry Stoner: Oh yeah, professionals too. Quarterbacks get knocked down, nurses get knocked up, somebody invented the Edsel. Everybody misses.

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