Eva: It’s a scholarship, they give them to everybody. That’s the only way to get people to go.
Girl friend: When are you going to start?
Eva: I don’t know. I’m thinking I’m not going to go.
Guy friend: What are talking about? What are you going to do instead?
Eva: There’s that new Hooters opening up. I could work there!
Guy friend #2: You do not have the breasts.
Eva: I will get implants!

Maureen: What are you doing?
Eva (smoking): I’m knitting a sweater.

Jonathan: And you are?
Eva: Eva Rodriquez.
Jonathan: So glad you could fit us in your busy schedule Eva.
Eva: Oh, no sweat.

Mrs. Sawyer: Do you know how many they take?
Lady: Twelve.
Mrs. Sawyer: Twelve out of this whole class?
Lady: Out of this whole planet.

Jonathan: Morning, will the new students raise your hands please. Now which of you is the best dancer he or she took. (hesitant hands). Come on. It’s a heady thing isn’t it? Being the best. Teachers dote on you, other students ask for your help and an aura builds, and then you get accepted in A.B.A and whether or not you admit it, you start thinking, it’s just a matter of time before you do Giselle before packed houses in Lincoln Center. For most of you, that will never happen. I don’t say this to be cruel, I say it to help clarify to your expectations for the year ahead. If you work harder every day then you ever worked in your life, this school can turn you into the best dancer you can possibly be. That may or may not be the kind of dancer I have room for in the company. At best, I can take three boys and three girls. I’ll be watching you carefully over the coming months, but I won’t be making any decisions until I see how you dance in the workshop performance at the end of the year. They won’t be easy decisions to make, because you’re all very talented. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. Thank you for brining your gifts to our community. I wish you all a very good year.

Jody: She’s so good.
Eva: Yeah, just ask her.

Dance instructor saying something about Jody: Who let that disaster in here?

Eva: No way people actually buy this shit!
Jody: It’s signed by Kathleen Donahue.
Eva: It’s a smelly old shoe

Sergei: I am your slave! Eva: I'd believe it more if you didn't stare at your fucking reflection when you said it. Instructor: If someone wants to hear profanity, Miss Rodriguez, they can take a subway. They don't need to spend sixty dollars on a ballet ticket. (To Sergei) Though she has a point. Eva: Truth, in terms of technique you are behind, but the people here know what they’re looking for and on the day of your audition they saw it in you.

Eva: Careful with that one. You break it, you buy it.

Cooper: I meant it you know. I noticed your dancing before I recognized your face.
Jody: I have to admit, I recognized your face first.

Maureen: I am the best goddamn dancer in the American Ballet Academy! Who the hell are you? Nobody!

Maureen: Erik got injured today. And do you know the first thing I thought when I saw him go down?
Jim: What?
Maureen: "I wish that was me." So that made me think, you know, 'cause that's not a normal reaction. How much of what you liked about me was because I was a ballet dancer, and how much because I was me?

Eva: I screwed up any chance I had back in September. But I started dancing long before this stupid workshop, and I'm gonna keep on dancing long after it. So tomorrow is one more day I get to dance.

Jody: Mom! Oh, I'm so happy you guys are here!
Mr. Sawyer: We wanted to see what you've been up to this past year. And I've gotta tell you, that was the most fantastic thing I've ever seen.
Mrs. Sawyer: It was great, honey. And just -- just wonderful!
Jody: You wanna know something stupid? I'd actually started to believe I didn't need to hear that anymore.