Jane: I'll bring in some tea. You like tea?
Edwin Flagg: Oh, yes. I'm quite fond of tea. You must have guessed that I'm English.
Jane: Oh, really? How nice for you.
Dr. Shelby: I don't quite understand. Is this some kind of emotional disturbance you're talking about?
Blanche: Yes, she's emotionally disturbed. She's unbalanced.
Blanche: Why are you doing this to me? WHY?
Jane: Don't you think I know everything that goes on in this house?
Jane: I didn't bring your breakfast, because you didn't eat your din-din.
Blanche: Oh, please, Jane. I'm so hungry.
Jane: I have to go now.
Blanche: Just a little - please.
Jane: No! You didn't eat your din-din, so you'll have to wait till lunchtime.
Dehlia Flagg: Oh, this sounds like just the ticket, doesn't it?
Ernie, Ice Cream Vendor at Beach: I see you found that colored woman.
Police Officer: Yeah, they found her, all right.
Ernie, Ice Cream Vendor at Beach: Sure is a rotten way to get your picture in the paper. You reckon you'll ever find that Baby Jane or whatever her name is?
Jane: You mean all this time we could have been friends?
Dehlia Flagg: Now, listen, I won't let on who I am. You see, I'll just tell 'em I'm Mr. Flagg's sec-e-tary.
Edwin Flagg: Secretary.
Dehlia Flagg: Sec-re-tary. Well, do you know, I do believe your old Mum would be a jolly good secretary, at that.
Jane: I don't want to talk about it! Everytime I think about something nice, you remind me of bad things. I only want to talk about the nice things.
Jane: Oh, I wish Daddy could be here right now! You can never lose your talent, he used to tell me. You can lose everything else, but, you can't lose your talent.
Blanche: Its still a pretty good picture.
Jane: I wonder if you can guess who I am?
Edwin Flagg: Can you give me a hint?
Jane: Well, its not really fair to make you guess. I'm - I'm Baby Jane Hudson.
Jane: This isn't Blanche's house. It is my house and I can do what I like.
Blanche: You weren't ugly then. I made you that way.
Jane: You know, we're right back where we started. When I was on the stage you had to depend on me for everything. Even the food you ate came from me. Now you have to depend on me for your food again. So, you see, we're right back where we started.
Blanche: Why are you doing this to me? Why?
Jane: Doing what?
Blanche: Making me afraid to eat. Trying to make me starve myself.
Jane: Don't be silly. If you starve you die.
Jane: Nothing wrong with it. You're just a neurotic, Blanche. You know that, you're just a neurotic.
Newspaper Clerk: Who the hell was Baby Jane Hudson?