Maxim de Winter: Please promise me never to wear black satin or pearls... or to be 36 years old.
Mrs. Edythe Van Hopper: Most girls would give their eyes for the chance to see Monte.
Maxim de Winter: Wouldn't that rather defeat the purpose?
The Second Mrs. De Winter: I've been thinking.
Maxim de Winter: Now why would you want to go and do that for?
Maxim de Winter: I'm asking you to marry me, you little fool.
Maxim de Winter: She was incapable of love or tenderness or decency.
Jack Favell: I'd like to have your advice on how to live comfortably without hard work.
Maxim de Winter: You thought I loved Rebecca? You thought that? I hated her.
The Second Mrs. De Winter: No, it's not too late. You're not to say that. I love you more than anything in the world. Oh, please Maxim, kiss me please.
Maxim de Winter: No, it's no use. It's too late.
Maxim de Winter: "I'll make a bargain with you," she said. "You'd look rather foolish trying to divorce me now after four days of marriage. So I'll play the part of a devoted wife, mistress of your precious Manderley. I'll make it the most famous showplace in England if you like. Then, people will visit us and envy us, and say we're the luckiest, happiest, couple in the country. What a grand show it will be! What a triumph!"
Colonel Julyan: Well, let me tell you something, Favell: blackmail isn't so pure nor so simple, and it brings a great deal of trouble to a great many people before it's through, and we know how to deal with it in our part of the world. And, sometimes, the blackmailer finds himself in jail at the end of it.
Maxim de Winter: I can't forget what it's done to you. I've been thinking of nothing else since it happened. It's gone forever, that funny young, lost look I loved won't ever come back. I killed that when I told you about Rebecca. It's gone. In a few hours, you've grown so much older.
Maxim de Winter: Happiness is something I know nothing about.
Maxim de Winter: I knew where Rebecca's body was, lying on that cabin floor on the bottom of the sea.
Mrs. De Winter: How did you know, Maxim?
Maxim de Winter: Because... I put it there.
Policeman: Is this your car, sir?
Jack Favell: Yes.
Policeman: Will you be going soon? This isn't a parking place, you know.
Jack Favell: Oh, isn't it? People are entitled... to leave their cars outside if they want to. It's a pity some of you fellows haven't anything better to do.
Mrs. De Winter: Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
Jack Favell: I say, marriage with Max is not exactly a bed of roses, is it?
Chosen answer: From the screenplay of "Rebecca" which I found on-line, and verified by looking at two different versions, the entirety of the line is: "By the way, what do you do with old bones? Bury them, eh what? However, for the time being - you know, Max, I'm getting awfully fed up with my job as a motor-car salesman."
Michael Albert