- Diana: [recognizing "Carlo", whom she hasn't seen in a long time] Carl.
- Carlo Jonenini: [he straightens up, with attitude] Carlo.
- Diana: Jones?
- Carlo Jonenini: Joneino.
- Diana: And I suppose you're from Buffalo-ino?
- [they both laugh]
- Paurel: [referring to Diana] What time did she go home, Potter?
- Potter: She didn't go, sir. She stayed, putting compresses on your throat for hours. You fell asleep, sir, holding her hand.
- Paurel: And you let her watch me sleep, knowing how I snore?
- Potter: Oh, it, it doesn't matter if she loves you, sir.
- Paurel: It is only after marriage that snores do not matter.
- Mme. Savarova: And who sings "Don Giovanni"?
- Finny: Uh, Jean Paurel.
- Mme. Savarova: Jean Paurel? Never. I won't sing with him.
- Finny: But he's our greatest star.
- Mme. Savarova: You say that to me? Savarova?
- [thumps her chest]
- Mme. Savarova: You, you fish. I'm going to see Mr. Stapleton. I won't do business with a dumb press agent.
- [she walks away]
- Finny: Aww, horse trousers.
- Paurel: The next act for you is the big one.
- Diana: Oh, yes.
- Paurel: To wish you good luck-
- [unfastens chain with his lucky charm from around his neck]
- Paurel: I want you to wear this little calamita. It was a present to me from Tamaniou, the great tenor, when I first sang at La Scala. *Never* have I been without it.
- Diana: What's in it?
- Paurel: The claw of an owl, a viper's fang, a lock of hair from a suicide, a shred from a beggar's coat, and a leetle bit of a rabbit's tail.
- [fastens the chain around her neck]
- Diana: Oh, but, you shouldn't give it to *me*.
- Paurel: Tonight I want success for you, more than for myself.
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