Dick Avery

— Now, today you're not happy.
— I'm hurt and...
— Right, a creature of tragedy. Heartbroken, suffering. You're Anna Karenina.
— Shall I throw myself under the train?
— We'll see.

— I'm sorry, I'm nervous. I've never done anything like this.
— There's nothing to be nervous about. You're in Paris, the Tuileries. You've got balloons. There's a sudden shower. You're very happy.
— Why am I so happy?
— Because I say you are.

Paul Duval: — Friends, you saw enter here a waif, a gamin, a lowly caterpillar. We open the cocoon but it is not a butterfly that emerges.
Dick Avery: — It's not?
Paul Duval: — No, it is a bird of paradise. Lights! Curtain!
Maggie Prescott: — Oh... Beautiful! I don't believe it.
Dick Avery: — Maggie, what did I tell you? You look absolutely fabulous. How does it feel?
Jo Stockton: — It feels wonderful, but it's not me.