Prof. Humbert Humbert: Are you Quilty?
Clare Quilty: No, I'm Spartacus. Have you come to free the slaves or something? (00:03:36)
Prof. Humbert Humbert: What drives me insane is the twofold nature of this nymphet, of every nymphet perhaps, this mixture in my Lolita of tender, dreamy childishness and a kind of eerie vulgarity. I know it is madness to keep this journal, but it gives me a strange thrill to do so. And only a loving wife could decipher my microscopic script.
Charlotte Haze: Do you believe in God?
Humbert Humbert: The question is does God believe in me?
Charlotte Haze: There's a nice view from this window... of the front lawn.
Prof. Humbert Humbert: I want you to live with me and die with me and everything with me.
Lolita: Do you always have to shave twice a day?
Prof. Humbert Humbert: Yes, of course, because all the best people shave twice a day.
Charlotte Haze: Oh M'sieur, if what you're needing is peace and quiet, I can assure you you couldn't get more peace anywhere, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.
Prof. Humbert Humbert: You know, I've missed you terribly.
Lolita: I haven't missed you. In fact, I've been revoltingly unfaithful to you.
Prof. Humbert Humbert: Oh?
Lolita: But it doesn't matter a bit, because you've stopped caring anyway.
Prof. Humbert Humbert: What makes you say I've stopped caring for you?
Lolita: Well, you haven't even kissed me yet, have you?
Clare Quilty: Listen, didn't you... didn't you have a daughter? Didn't you have a daughter with a lovely name? Yeah! A lovely... What was it now? A lovely, lyrical, lilting name, like, uh... uh.
Charlotte Haze: Lo-li-ta.
Clare Quilty: Lolita, that's right, Lolita. Diminutive of Dolores, "The Tears and the Roses."
Charlotte Haze: Wednesday she's going to have a cavity filled by your Uncle Ivor.
Clare Quilty: Yes. Hahahahaha... Yes.
