Reynolds Woodcock: Marriage would make me deceitful and I don't ever want that.
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.
Alma: I still think he's too fussy.
Reynolds Woodcock: Is this an ambush? Are you sent here to ruin my evening? And possibly my entire life?
Reynolds Woodcock: Kiss me, my girl, before I'm sick.
Reynolds Woodcock: I feel as if I've been looking for you for a very long time.
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: There is an air of quiet death in this house and I do not like the way it smells.
Reynolds Woodcock: It's comforting to think the dead are watching over the living. I don't find that spooky at all.
Cyril: And who is this lovely creature making the house smell so nice?
Reynolds Woodcock: Morning, my old so-and-so.
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.
Reynolds Woodcock: What a model of politeness you two are.
Reynolds Woodcock: A house that doesn't change is a dead house.
Reynolds Woodcock: To keep my sour heart from choking. To break a curse. A house that doesn't change is a dead house.
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: Her arrival has cast a very long shadow.
Alma: For the hungry boy, my name is Alma.
Cyril: She's getting fat sitting around waiting for you to fall in love with her again.
Reynolds Woodcock: What precisely is the nature of my game?