Rose: If Dorothy says she'll get your job back, that's exactly what she's gonna do.
Mr. Terrific: I guess it's worth a shot. Here's where you can reach me. Call me if you can work things out. I'll be there until show time.
Dorothy: Fine. One more thing.
Mr. Terrific: What's that?
Dorothy: Can you leave by the back door?

Rose: How's he doing?
Dorothy: I'll be honest. Right now, Squeaky Fromme has a better grasp on reality.

Blanche: I cannot sleep anymore. I just lie there waiting for the authorities to catch up with me. Every siren I hear I know is for me. Every footstep outside my window belongs to that obsessive detective who will not rest until he tracks me down!
Dorothy: Blanche, you are being ridiculous. [doorbell rings]
Blanche: [opens door to Mr. Policeman] Oh, thank God! I can't live with myself anymore. Take me.
Dorothy: Blanche!
Blanche: Dorothy, please. Stay out of this. I know what's best. Just slap the handcuffs on me. The bed's this way.
Mr. Policeman: You know what's funny? I was supposed to be Mr. Mailman today.

Mr. Terrific: Kolak the puppet? I made him from a sock. Ten minutes before airtime. It was an argyle. Back in those days, Kolak used to be from Scotland. Everything about that show came from inside my head.
Rose: And off your foot.

Dorothy: Rose, don't argue with him. Mister Terrific, I think that Lex Luthor and The Joker are harassing an old lady in the stairwell. Could you come in and melt them with your X-ray vision?
Rose: Mister Terrific doesn't have X-ray vision.
Dorothy: Please, Rose! This is no time to point out his shortcomings!