“If you can't read a simple goddam sign and follow one simple goddam instruction then get your fat butt the hell out of here.”

“You maniacs! You blew it all up! Goddam you all. Goddam you all to hell.”

“I'm the one flunking out of this goddam place, and you're asking me to write you a goddam composition.”

“Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.”

“You're lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.”

“I don't care where an actor acts. It can be in summer stock, it can be over a radio, it can be over television, it can be in a goddam Broadway theatre, complete with the most fashionable, most well-fed, most sunburned-looking audience you can imagine. But I'll tell you a terrible secret — Are you listening to me? There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady. That includes your Professor Tupper, buddy. And all his goddam cousins by the dozens. There isn't anyone anywhere that isn't Seymour's Fat Lady. Don't you know that? Don't you know that goddam secret yet? And don't you know — listen to me, now — don't you know who that Fat Lady really is? . . . Ah, buddy. Ah, buddy. It's Christ Himself. Christ Himself, buddy.”