Funny Girl

[Looking in the mirror]
Fanny Brice: Hello, gorgeous.

Fanny Brice: You think beautiful girls are going to stay stars forever? I should say not! Any minute now they're going to be out! Finished! Then it'll be my turn!

Nick Arnstein: I'd be happy to wait while you change.
Fanny: I'd have to change too much, nobody could wait that long.

Fanny Brice: Where I come from, when two people... well, sort of love each other... oh, never mind.
Nick Arnstein: Well? What do they do when they "sort of love each other"?
Fanny Brice: Well, one of them says, "Why don't we get married?"
Nick Arnstein: Really?
Fanny Brice: Yeah, and sometimes it's even the man.

Fanny Brice: You could get lonesome being that free.
Nick Arnstein: You could get lonesome being that busy.
Fanny Brice: Now who'd think to look at you and me and see we got the same problem!

Fanny Brice: He's a gentleman. A gentleman fits in anyplace.
Rose Brice: A sponge fits in any place.

Rose Brice: When you look at him, you only see what you want to see.
Fannie Brice: I see him as he is. I love him as he is!
Rose Brice: Fannie. Love him a little less. Help him a little more.

Fannie Brice: I'm a bagel on a plate full of onion rolls!

Nick Arnstein: Goodbye, funny girl.

Mrs. Strakosh: [referring to Nick Arnstein] Candidly, Mrs. Brice, that's one good-looking fella. Rose Brice: Hmm... gorgeous. Like Fanny's papa, my ex. Also gorgeous. Wherever he is... he should only stay there.

Rose Brice: What kind of mother would name a boy Florence?
Eddie Ryan: It's Florenz-zzz
Rose Brice: What kind of mother would name a boy Florenz-zzzzzz?

Fanny Brice: "No law against waiting," I said, "people do it everyday." For once, I didn't say too much, I didn't say too little, I said just enough, and then walked away!

Florenz Ziegfeld: Miss Brice, do I have to remind you this is my theatre?
Fanny Brice: So, what, nobody argues with the landlord?

Fanny Brice: Flo! Flo, quit yelling or your ulcer will flare up.
Florenz Ziegfeld: That's funny coming from you, you gave me that ulcer!

Fanny Brice: [singing] Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter.