Lolita: I was a daisy fresh girl and look what you've done to me.
Humbert: I missed you. I missed you a lot.
Lolita: Well I haven't missed you. In fact, I've been revoltingly unfaithful to you. But it doesn't matter, because you don't care about me anymore anyway.
Humbert: What makes you think I don't care about you?
Lolita: Well you haven't kissed me yet, have you?
Humbert: I was not quite prepared for the reality of my dual role. On the one hand, the willing corruptor of an innocent, and on the other, Humbert the happy housewife.
Clare Quilty: He can smell if you're sweet. He likes sweet young people. People like you.
Miss Pratt: I know you have accepted a post at Beardsley College, and I know that there, academics are first, last, and always. Well, that's not us, Mister Humper. Here at Beardsley Prep... what we stress are the three Ds. Dramatics, Dancing, and Dating.
Lolita: You look one hundred percent better when I can't see you.
Humbert Humbert: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, if my happiness could have talked it would have filled that hotel with a deafening roar.
Humbert: I looked and looked at her, and I knew, as as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf echo of the nymphet from long ago - but I loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another man's child. She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.
Humbert: What are you eating?
Lolita: It's called a jawbreaker. It's supposed to break your jaw. Want one?
Humbert: A normal man, given a group photograph of school girls and asked to point out the loveliest one, will not necessarily choose the nymphet among them.
Humbert: We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing.