Alma: If he didn't wake up from this, if he wasn't here tomorrow, no matter. For I know he'd be waiting for me in the afterlife or some safe celestial place, in this life and the next and the next one after. And for whatever there is on the road that follows from here, it would only require my patience to get to him again. You see, to be in love with him makes life no great mystery.
Reynolds Woodcock: Marriage would make me deceitful and I don't ever want that.
Alma: I still think he's too fussy.
Reynolds Woodcock: Morning, my old so-and-so.
Reynolds Woodcock: There is an air of quiet death in this house and I do not like the way it smells.
Reynolds Woodcock: Kiss me, my girl, before I'm sick.
Reynolds Woodcock: What precisely is the nature of my game?
Alma: For the hungry boy, my name is Alma.
Alma: I want you flat on your back. Helpless, tender, open with only me to help. And then I want you strong again. You're not going to die. You might wish you're going to die, but you're not going to. You need to settle down a little.
Reynolds Woodcock: To keep my sour heart from choking. To break a curse. A house that doesn't change is a dead house.
Reynolds Woodcock: What a model of politeness you two are.
Johanna: Where have you gone, Reynolds. There's nothing I can say to get your attention aimed back at me, is there?
Reynolds Woodcock: I cannot begin my day with a confrontation, please. I'm delivering the dress today, and I can't take up space with confrontation. I simply don't have time for confrontations.
Cyril: And who is this lovely creature making the house smell so nice?
Reynolds Woodcock: It's comforting to think the dead are watching over the living. I don't find that spooky at all.
Alma: Mrs. Vaughan is satisfied with the dress.
Reynolds Woodcock: No one gives a tinker's fucking curse about Mrs. Vaughan's satisfaction.
Reynolds Woodcock: I feel as if I've been looking for you for a very long time.
Reynolds Woodcock: Is this an ambush? Are you sent here to ruin my evening? And possibly my entire life?
Cyril: She's getting fat sitting around waiting for you to fall in love with her again.
Reynolds Woodcock: Her arrival has cast a very long shadow.
Reynolds Woodcock: A house that doesn't change is a dead house.
