Florence F. Jenkins: "You know I played for the president when I was eight years-old."
Cosme McMoon: "Really?"
Florence F. Jenkins: "Yes, little Miss Foster they called me. I had very high hopes of becoming a concert pianist, but then when the nerves were damaged in my left hand that was not to be."

St Clair Bayfield: "Those men, they've seen horrors. They need joy, they need music."
Florence F. Jenkins: "But I'm afraid."
St Clair Bayfield: "Don't be. Don't be, they're going to love you."

Florence F. Jenkins: "We could have been a family."
St Clair Bayfield: "We are a family. Are we not happy?"

Arturo Toscanini: "Can I try another take?"
Florence F. Jenkins: "Oh, I don't see why, that seemed perfect to me."

St Clair Bayfield: "Bravo, bunny."
Florence F. Jenkins: "And all the reviews are just terrific."
St Clair Bayfield: "Yeah."

Florence F. Jenkins: "Maestro, it is true that a lot of singers my age are on the decline, but I seem to just get better and better."
Carlo Edwards: "I know, it's hard to believe, isn't it?"
Florence F. Jenkins: "Well, I am so blessed."
Carlo Edwards: "There is no one quite like you."

Florence F. Jenkins: "Can you imagine what that must feel like, to hold three thousand people in the cup of your hand?"
St Clair Bayfield: "Hmm..."
Florence F. Jenkins: "I would like to take some more lessons."
St Clair Bayfield: "What about a pianist?"
Florence F. Jenkins: "Yes, I shall need someone. Someone with passion."