- Russel (The Hustle): You think I'm vain. Cause I like myself pretty well? I like my suit. Don't you? My tie?
- Marilyn (The Hustle): Cute.
- Russel (The Hustle): Cute? And the rest of me? My eyes, hair, profile. Legs long enough?
- [Gestures at stomach]
- Russel (The Hustle): Mmm, flat. Why are you laughing? It's a serious subject.
- May (The Waltz): Did you see in that mirror?
- Stan (The Waltz): I don't look in mirrors anymore. I gave it up years ago. I don't see anything good in there.
- Stan (The Waltz): I live alone too.
- May (The Waltz): It must be worse for a man.
- Stan (The Waltz): I like it.
- May (The Waltz): How can you like it? You need someone to cook for you, to look after you, to look after your clothes.
- Stan (The Waltz): I bet you can't guess how old I am?
- May (The Waltz): Old enough to know better.
- Stan (The Waltz): I can't help it. I got young blood in me. Get it?
- Stan (The Waltz): How come you don't drink?
- May (The Waltz): I saw to much with my family. You know, the Irish.
- Master of Ceremonies: Lovely, absolutely lovely. Listen to the melody. You know, I think the Waltz is the most beautiful dance of all, ladies and gentlemen. You really have to know how to dance.
- May (The Waltz): How many of these does it take to get a little bit, eh, you know.
- Stan (The Waltz): Tight?
- May (The Waltz): Mmm-hmm.
- Stan (The Waltz): For you. One.
- Russel (The Hustle): I was looking forward to another dance.
- Marilyn (The Hustle): Oh, well I'm sure there are plenty of ladies who would be very happy to dance with you.
- Russel (The Hustle): They're not you, are they?
- Cleo (The Hustle): Oh, excusez-moi. What are you doing in here?
- Russel (The Hustle): We're just going through your drawers.
- Russel (The Hustle): You don't look like a working girl. You look like someone who ought to be taken care of.
- Pauline (The Hustle): Oh, that's good. See, Russel really cares. He really knows. And most men don't give a shit. But he has such nice delicate feelings. Almost like - a girlfriend. Oh, do it darling. Do it!
- Master of Ceremonies: Ladies and gentlemen, we've got the greatest Hustle dancers right here in New York City at Roseland!
- Pauline (The Hustle): We'll have a little game of backgammon and, you'll see, I'll take all your money.
- Russel (The Hustle): Yes, you will. Cause, you cheat.
- Pauline (The Hustle): Well, even that takes skill.
- Rosa (The Peabody): When are you going to be my partner?
- Master of Ceremonies: We'll have the last Waltz together.
- Rosa (The Peabody): Oh, well, make it the Peabody.
- Rosa (The Peabody): I've got a life of my own to lead. If you've got a partner, okay, fine. But, if you haven't, then you do it by yourself.
- Arthur (The Peabody): I thought I'd never make it here today.
- Rosa (The Peabody): Ah, rubbish.
- Arthur (The Peabody): That's what I said. So, I got myself up and I got my teeth in and here I am.
- Arthur (The Peabody): I might not be much myself. I'm not! But, gee whiz, I know it when I see it. The *real* thing. When I see that, something in me goes: bang! bang! Instantaneously.
- Arthur (The Peabody): Rosa, what's the difference between the Men's Room and the cemetery? Give up? No difference. When you've got to go, you've got to go.
- Master of Ceremonies: Show them how to do the Peabody. Nice and smooth. Now, get on some crazy legs. Inside turn... and pivots. All right! Ah-hoo! Let's do it. Yeah! Everybody's welcome to win a bottle of champagne and a trophy at our Champagne Hour right here at Roseland. Here we go. Peabody time, ladies and gentlemen. All right. That's it. Let's go. Show them how to do the Peabody. Show us some crazy legs! Inside, outside turns. Oh, elegant, elegant. Smooth...
- Rosa (The Peabody): Dancing is dancing. I put on the radio in my room and if there's something I like, in-and-out I go amongst the furniture. One-two-four. One-two-three-four. I get carried away and then those people downstairs *bang* against the ceiling. You know, there's one nice thing about dancing by yourself, you can have any partner you want. You shut your eyes - and there he is. *Not* just some old beat up man, but the prince of your dreams. It's like heaven - being in heaven.