Harry: Can I see a script!?
Fabrizi: In here is my script, in here is my story.

Fabrizi: No matter how fast you run, you cannot run away from yourself.
Tony: Brilliant!

Gina: Ooh, he's a good kisser.
Aldo: You know how many good kissers are starving in Italy?

I could say 'Good Morning'. That wouldn't be acting, because I always say 'Good morning'.

Aldo: Where is Gina, mama?
Mama: On the street.
Aldo: You mean my sister is a--
Woman: BINGO.

Miss Okra: I must talk to you.
Fabrizi: Who's talking, you or him?

Arrgh...If only I could steal enough to become an honest man!

Stop! Stop! Cut! Cut! Shame on you, Sevalio! You are a disgrace to your village and to the motion picture industry!

Fabrizi: Tony plays the Fox.
Tony: An animal picture?

Tony: What's neo-realism?
Harry: No money.

Fabrizi: Sophia, hello my darling...no, Sophia, I told you I'm busy with Tony Powell... I'm sorry, Sophia, you will have to get somebody else. Sophia--I'm sorry my darling, there's no part for you in the picture...Would I lie to you? So--Soph--Sophia don't cry! Tony, talk to this girl, she's hysterical, she's hysterical. Talk to her, please.
Tony: Hello, Sophia?-- she hung up.
Fabrizi: She'll kill me, she'll kill me. It'll be in all the Italian newspapers!

Where is he? Where is my Tony!? Where is my beautiful Tony? Look at that skin--like a baby. Whatsa matter, you never get old like the rest of us, eh? I love him, I LOVE him!

More sand in the desert!

Gina: That's him, Tony Powell. We saw him at the Excelsior.
Aldo: Why isn't he fat?
Gina: It's an old picture.

Bystander: Who is in the car?
Aldo: Marlon Brando's nose.