Gina: That's him, Tony Powell. We saw him at the Excelsior.
Aldo: Why isn't he fat?
Gina: It's an old picture.
Tony: How many people in the world over 40 can still say they have their own teeth, huh?
Harry: How many people in the world over 50 can still say they're only 40?!
Gina: Ooh, he's a good kisser.
Aldo: You know how many good kissers are starving in Italy?
Tony: What's neo-realism?
Harry: No money.
Fabrizi: Sophia, hello my darling...no, Sophia, I told you I'm busy with Tony Powell... I'm sorry, Sophia, you will have to get somebody else. Sophia—I'm sorry my darling, there's no part for you in the picture...Would I lie to you? So—Soph—Sophia don't cry! Tony, talk to this girl, she's hysterical, she's hysterical. Talk to her, please.
Tony: Hello, Sophia?— she hung up.
Fabrizi: She'll kill me, she'll kill me. It'll be in all the Italian newspapers!
Harry: Can I see a script!?
Fabrizi: In here is my script, in here is my story.
Fabrizi: Tony plays the Fox.
Tony: An animal picture?
Fabrizi: No matter how fast you run, you cannot run away from yourself.