Dolores: Well, I see we have the usual assortment of dope fiends and drug addicts.
Ed: I hate it when she interrupts the movie.
Bela: I think she’s a honey. Look at those juggs.
Ed: We don’t have a permit…run!
Ed: He’s a brute…but he’s got heart.
Ed: I met Bela Lugosi.
Dolores: Well, I thought he was dead.
Ed: No, he’s very much alive . . . well, sort of.
Ed: My girlfriend still doesn’t know why her sweaters are always stretched out.
Ed: I like to dress in women’s clothing.
George: You’re a fruit?
Ed: No, not at all. I love women. Wearing their clothes makes me feel closer to them.
George: You’re not a fruit?
Ed: No, I’m all man. I even fought in World War II. Of course, I was wearing women’s undergarments under my uniform.
Criswell: Eddie, we’re in show biz. It’s all about razzle-dazzle. Appearances. If you look good, and you talk well, people will swallow anything.
George: Kid, you must be confusing me with David Selznick. I don’t make major motion pictures, I make crap.