Florence Foster Jenkins

Florence F. Jenkins: "Maestro, it is true that a lot of singers my age are on the decline, but I seem to just get better and better."
Carlo Edwards: "I know, it's hard to believe, isn't it?"
Florence F. Jenkins: "Well, I am so blessed."
Carlo Edwards: "There is no one quite like you."

St Clair Bayfield: "Carlo Edwards didn't mention any flatness and he is the leading vocal coach in the city."
Cosmé McMoon: "He's supposed to be, but we can't be talking about the same singer. I mean her vocal cords they don't phonate freely, her phrasing is haphazard, as for her sub-block and pressure, it defies medical science."
St Clair Bayfield: "Is her instrument quite what it was, perhaps not, but as Beethoven said, 'A few wrong notes may be forgive, but singing without feeling cannot'."
Cosmé McMoon: "Mr. Bayfield..."

"She's remarkable, isn't she?"

"Now I must warn you, I work very hard. I study an hour everyday, sometimes two."

Florence F. Jenkins: "Can you imagine what that must feel like, to hold three thousand people in the cup of your hand?"
St Clair Bayfield: "Hmm..."
Florence F. Jenkins: "I would like to take some more lessons."
St Clair Bayfield: "What about a pianist?"
Florence F. Jenkins: "Yes, I shall need someone. Someone with passion."

"When I was sixteen years-old my father told me that if I didn't give up music he'd cut me off, of course he didn't understand, music is my life."