Florence Foster Jenkins

"Ours is a very happy world."

St Clair Bayfield: "Bravo, bunny."
Florence F. Jenkins: "And all the reviews are just terrific."
St Clair Bayfield: "Yeah."

St Clair Bayfield: "Is not ours a happy world, Cosmé? Do we not have fun?"
Cosme McMoon: "Please, Mr. Bayfield."
St Clair Bayfield: "You see we have to help her, because without loyalty there's nothing."
Cosme McMoon: "We'll be murdered out there!"
St Clair Bayfield: "And you think I'm not aware of that? For twenty-five years I've kept the mockers and scoffers at bay. I'm very well aware of what they might do, but Florence has been my life, I love her, and I think you love her too. Hmm? Singing at Carnegie Hall is her dream and I'm going to give it to her. The only question now is whether you will stand by your patron and friend in her hour of need, or whether you will focus on your ambition? ... Please, Cosmé. Will you play for your friend?"

Cosme McMoon: "I think Madam Florence might need more lessons."
St Clair Bayfield: "Please, my wife is ill. Singing was her dream and I'm going to give it to her."

"The lady is a lesson in courage and that's why we love her."

"Expand your diaphragm, Florence."

"Maestro, do you think I'm ready for a concert?"

"Well, if you can forgive my little Florence her little eccentricities you will find her to be a most generous person."