Margo

Margaret ( Margo ) was a real person, author Alexandre Dumas, fall in love with her, finally left her. Miss, just write down this tragedy.

Margo : Maybe I should charge you for a change . I think I'll go to the powder room ; I can only take a little of this at a time .

Karen: Margo, you've got to see her, she worships you, it's like something out of a book.

Margo: Oh, now, Bill. You know how much I do. But over a phone? Now, really. That's kid stuff.

Woman on yacht: It's all so boring here, Margo-there's nothing but playboys and tennis pros. If only I could find a real man. . .

Margo: ", Miss Channing. " You can't rightly say we lost the war. We was more starve out, you might say.

Between them, by the dressing table, is Birdie - Margo's maid.

Linda: It's all so boring here, Margo - there's nothing but playboys and tennis pros.

Margo: I knew it, I sensed it. Even as I finished dressing for that blasted party.

Margo: Yes, I guess you were. It was very thoughtful of you, Eve.

Margo: When I felt a raindrop on my head this morning, I should have known that we were in for a big rainstorm.

Bob Margo estimates the impact of AER articles in his contribution to the anniversary volume.

Karen: I'm going to take you to Margo. . .

Margo: Even before the party started, I could *ell disaster in the air.

Margo: They're juvenile delinquents. They're mental detectives. They're nobody's audience. They never see a play or a movie, even.

Margo: Eve, by any chance, did you place a call from me to Bill for midnight California time?

Mister and Missus Lederer had their first and only child, Margo, in nineteen forty.

Margo: Very becoming. It looks better on you than it did on me.

Margo: They're not people, those little beasts that run around in packs like coyotes.

Margo: Write me one about a nice, normal woman who just shoots her husband.

Addison: Margo Channing is the Star of the Theater.

Margo: Happy birthday, darling.

Margo always sings a little flat .

Margo: She, too, is a great admirer of yours.

Margo: Dear Birdie. Won't you sit down, Miss Worthington?

Addison: Margo is a great Star, a true Star.

Margo: And those checks, or whatever it is, for the income tax man.

Margo: It was Fort Sumter they fired on.

Karen: Good night, Margo! I'll call you tomorrow!

Margo: Would you, really? How sweet.

Margo: In a big hurry, so be quick about it. Good-bye, darling. Sleep tight.

Margo: Did you see it here in New York?

Margo: I love you too. Good night, darling.

Karen: Tell me, what do you do in between the time Margo goes in and comes out?

Margo: Eve. I'd forgotten they grew that way.

Margo: Don't be dense. The party.

Margo: Yes, dear. You forgot all about it.

Margo: I'm sure you must h*e things to do in the bathroom, Birdie dear.

Margo: Did the extra help get here?

I wouldn't say that either, Margo.

Margo: Bill? H*e I gone crazy, Bill?

Margo: She thinks only for me. Doesn't she?

Margo comes out and fly to downstairs.

Margo: Call me when you get in.

Margo: How about the food?

Margo: Would you like a drink? It's right beside you.

Margo: Zanuck, Zanuck, Zanuck! What are you two, lovers?

Margo: : I want to apologize for Birdie.

Seemingly quiet, Margo actually eggs on Donald to quarrel with his staff. Margo

Meanwhile, Groupon hired Margo Geogiadis, Google's VP of global sales planning and technology, to serve as COO. (Chicago Business)