Charles Condomine: Are you to be here indefinitely?
Elvira Condomine: I'm afraid I don't know that either. Why? Would you hate it so much if I was?
Charles Condomine: Well, you must admit, it'd be embarrassing.
Elvira Condomine: I don't see why, really. Its all a question of adjusting one's self.
Charles Condomine: But, listen, Ruth, please.
Ruth Condomine: I will not listen to any more of this nonsense. I'm going upstairs to bed now. I shall leave you to turn off the lights. I won't be asleep. I'm much too upset. So, you can come in and say good night to me. If you feel like it.
Charles Condomine: Poor Ruth.
Elvira Condomine: Nuts to Ruth.
Ruth Condomine: I gather you got some sort of plan behind all this? I'm not quite a fool.
Charles Condomine: Ruth, Elvira is here! She's standing a few yards away from you.
Ruth Condomine: Yes, dear, I can see her distinctly - under the piano with a zebra.
Charles Condomine: But, Ruth.
Ruth Condomine: I'm not going to stay here arguing any longer.
Charles Condomine: I told her how profoundly interested I was and she blossomed like a rose.
Elvira Condomine: Well, I really am a little hurt. You call me back and at a great inconvenience I came - and you've been thoroughly churlish ever since I arrived.
Madame Arcati: Now, what have we here? Brahms. Oh, dear me. No. Rachmaninoff. Too florid. Where's the dance music?
Ruth Condomine: Oh, to blazes with Elvira.
Charles Condomine: A woman in Cynthia Chavitz's position. Would hardly wear false pearls.
Elvira Condomine: Well, they were practically all she was wearing.
Charles Condomine: As I'm pained to observe that seven years in the echoing vaults of eternity have in no way pared your native vulgarity.
Elvira Condomine: That was the remark of a pompous ass.
Charles Condomine: Are you a - ghost?
Elvira Condomine: I suppose I must be. Its all very confusing.
Violet Bradman: Its funny, isn't it, I mean to think of people doing it as a profession.
Dr. George Bradman: I believe its very lucrative.
Ruth Condomine: Madame Arcati, I'm profoundly disturbed and I want your help.
Madame Arcati: Splendid! I thought as much. Fire away.
Madame Arcati: I presume that's the gramophone?
Charles Condomine: Would you like me to start if for you? It's an electric one.
Madame Arcati: No, please stay where you are. I can manage.
Charles Condomine: What do you suppose induced Agnes to leave us?
Ruth Condomine: The reason was becoming increasingly obvious, dear.
Charles Condomine: Yes. We must keep Edith in the house more.
