Cassandra: Can you smell bluebells?
Rose: I can smell heaven.
Thomas: Don't worry, Topaz. Rose is dabbling in the occult.
Topaz Mortmain: Oh. Well, full marks for enterprise.
Cassandra: I don't want to go through life like my mother, afraid that I'm not really loved, even if it meant I could go through life with you.
Cassandra: Father. 'Jacob Wrestling' was a wonderful, groundbreaking book. There was never going to be a sequel overnight.
James Mortmain: Meaning?
Cassandra: Meaning, it will come.
James Mortmain: How old are you?
Cassandra: Seventeen.
James Mortmain: And you still believe in fairy tales.
Cassandra: But dreams are like a drug: the magic doesn't last and then the pain is worse than knives.
Cassandra: This is a crisis Simon, not a treat.
Rose: Well, I shall not forthcome again.
Cassandra: No towel in the world is worth marrying a bearded man you hate.
Simon: You always were wise beyond your years.
Cassandra: No I wasn't. I used to be consciously naive.
Cassandra: I have put my own father back in prison.
