If you let me, I will tell the world your story and I will write the hell out of it. I will make you famous. Everyone will know the name Anna Delvey.[to Anna]
I’m not your friend. You don’t need to like me, I’m a journalist. I want something from you. I want this story. In return, I can give you what you want.[to Anna]
I need to get this story out of my head and onto the page. I need to get this done. I need to finish. I need to have this baby, knowing that I kicked ass. And won.[to Jack]
Everyone’s calling you a scam artist, a dumb socialite, a joke. They’re all deciding who you are. When you take the deal, that’s it, you’re agreeing with them. You’ll be a dumb socialite forever.[to Anna]
Those people in there. They saw me. I was dangerously close, and they saw that. Now the world will know that I am not an idiot. I’m not some dumb socialite. I’m a player.
That’s the thing about Anna. For every three crazy things you hear about her, one usually turns out to be true.