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Set in '30s London, the film involves stage actors and their experiences with love and revenge.
Julia Lambert: I've decided to retire and let myself go. I'll have potatoes for lunch and potatoes for dinner and beer. God, I love beer! And treacle pudding and cherry tart and cream, cream, cream, cream, cream, cream... as god is my judge, I'll never eat a lettuce leaf again.
Florence: I think I used to know your father in Jersey, he was a doctor, wasn't he? He used to come to our house quite often. Julia Lambert: Actually, he was a vet, he used to go to your house to deliver the bitches. Your house was full of them.
Julia Lambert: Real actresses don't make films. Tom Fennel: Beautiful actresses do.
Julia Lambert: [to Evie] If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, stop thinking!
Julia Lambert: I'm tired, I'm utterly exhausted and I need holiday.
Evie: [to Julia] I wouldn't say this to your face, so I'll say it to your back... I missed you.
Julia Lambert: Michael and I live separate lives. That's why we're so happy... more or less.
Julia Lambert: I always lay a place for him at the table, just in case he turns up. Michael Gosselyn: He's been dead for 15 years. Julia Lambert: Yes, but, you never know.
Michael Gosselyn: [speaking of Tom] He's awfully good-mannered... for an American.
Jimmie Langton: I've lived in the theatre since I was a kid, what I don't know about acting isn't worth knowing. Now, you may be 20 years old and just beginning, but I think you're a genius. You've got magnetism, but no idea how to use it. You have to grab the audience by the throat and say "Now, you buggers, you pay attention to me!" and remember this, when you're on the stage acting, theatre is the only reality, everything else, the world outside, what civilians call the real world, is nothing but fantasy and I bloody well won't let you forget it.
Jimmie Langton: Your only reality is the theater. Anything else, what civilians call the real world, is nothing but fantasy and I bloody well won't let you forget it. Julia Lambert: Rubbish.