Their Finest

Catrin Cole: "Excuse me."
Ambrose Hilliard: "Hello."
Catrin Cole: "Hello... [hands him her script]"
Ambrose Hilliard: "Oh, certainly."
[Ambrose autographs her script]
Catrin Cole: "No, I wrote it."

"They're afraid they won't be able to put us back in the box when this is over, and it makes them belligerent."

"He is an actor. Unless you have interviewed him, had intercourse with him or done both simultaneously, he won't remember you."

Vee: "Do you really have to smoke that thing? Couldn't you just mime?"
Ambrose Hilliard: "I can mime smoking, I can't mime smoke."

"If all of this stopped, I'd miss it... I'd miss you."
[to Tom]

"You and me given opportunities only because young men are gone. But to turn our back on those opportunities, wouldn't that be giving death dominion over life?"
[to Catrin]

Catrin Cole: "I just can't do this anymore."
Tom Buckley: "Your work is good, none of them could have done it any better."

Catrin Cole: "All those people gave their sons to one war and now their grandsons to another."
Ambrose Hilliard: "We'll have them weeping in the aisles."