Twentieth Century 
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Oscar Jaffe: I close...
Oliver Webb: Yeah, yeah, I know - you close the iron door on me!
Oliver Webb: O.J., suppose - just hypothetically, of course - that you, Mr. Bromo, could get together again with Miss Seltzer.
Oscar Jaffe: What do you know about talent? What do you know about the theatre? What do you know about genius? What do you know about anything, you... bookkeeper!
Oliver Webb: Hello, Mrytle, put the wizard on the wire. He's in the sanctum.
Oscar Jaffe: Now, before we begin I want you all to remember one thing. No matter what I may say... no matter what I may do on this stage during our work... I love you all.
Oscar Jaffe: Get out of my theatre, you gray rat! And don't have that fat wife of yours come around again, pleading for you!
Oscar Jaffe: No cooperation from anybody. Never mind. I'll carry through alone.
Oscar Jaffe: You squalling litle amateur. On your feet! Get up! Take that hump out of your back. You're not demonstrating underwear anymore!
Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Why do they keep hammering at me? Hammering and hammering...
Oscar Jaffe: Go on, Owen... tell her I'm dying... and DON'T OVERACT!