- Jimmy Collins: I need to talk to you.
- Karen Cartwright: Yeah, I need to talk to you, too.
- Jimmy Collins: Yeah, I... I know I haven't been very honest with you, it's... it's just... it's hard for me... to admit the things I have done in my life.
- Karen Cartwright: You have until the curtain goes up to tell me about your brother, or I'm gone.
- Jimmy Collins: What...? How do you... how do you know about Adam?
- Karen Cartwright: Through Ana. And I'm warning you, he's already done a lot of talking,
- [Jimmy scoffs]
- Karen Cartwright: but I wanna hear it from you. No more lies.
- Jimmy Collins: Oh, what, let me guess. He's made me out to be some bad guy.
- Karen Cartwright: Well, was he lying?
- [scoffs as Jimmy hesitates]
- Karen Cartwright: Fine. Forget it.
- [moves past him]
- Karen Cartwright: [when Jimmy wants to confront Adam] Hey. It took a lot of courage to tell me what you've told me tonight, but it was just talk. So if you've changed... Prove it, all right?
- Ivy Lynn: I've... actually been thinking about you a lot lately... because I can't stop comparing myself to you.
- [shakes her head]
- Ivy Lynn: All those reviewers loved you in Boston.
- Karen Cartwright: Well, they're gonna love you too.
- Ivy Lynn: You don't know that.
- Karen Cartwright: Yeah, I do. Ivy... no one could have been better than you tonight. Not me, not anyone, not even Marilyn Monroe herself.
- [sighs]
- Karen Cartwright: I was so jealous of you tonight. I almost left at intermission.
- [scoffs]
- Ivy Lynn: Why didn't you?
- Karen Cartwright: 'Cause I... I wanted to watch you... sing Don't Forget Me.
- Ivy Lynn: Wait. You were jealous?
- Karen Cartwright: [laughs] Don't rub it in.
- Ivy Lynn: [laughs] The magical Karen Cartwright? You do some tiny show at the Fringe Festival, and suddenly it's the can't-miss event of the season.
- [chuckles]
- Ivy Lynn: It took me eight Broadway shows to get here.
- Karen Cartwright: Yeah, well, I haven't done one yet, so...
- Ivy Lynn: Well, you will. Just not this season, okay?
- Karen Cartwright: [chuckles] Okay. Deal.
- Daisy Parker: [on street, coming up from behind] Derek!
- Derek Wills: Oh, God, Daisy Parker. Do I need to call my lawyer?
- Daisy Parker: Don't worry, you're safe. I didn't wanna bother you at the party, but I saw the show. Your work was...
- [shrugs in awe]
- Daisy Parker: wonderful.
- Derek Wills: [ironic tone] Yeah, well, you should have seen it when I directed it.
- Daisy Parker: [looks down] Look, I'm sorry about what I did to you last fall.
- [looks up again]
- Daisy Parker: You were right, I didn't wanna face that my career was over, so... when those dancers approached me and asked me to join them, I thought "Maybe this will get me back out there." Guess what?
- Derek Wills: [raising his eyes, shrugs] It didn't?
- [sighs]
- Daisy Parker: Be good, Derek.
- [turns, goes back on her way again]
- Derek Wills: Hey.
- [she turns back expectantly]
- Derek Wills: What are you doing right now?
- [she smiles up at him, relieved, comes along]
- Derek Wills: Taxi!