John Robie: Miss Stevens?
Frances Stevens: Yes, Mr. Burns?
John Robie: You know what I think?
Frances Stevens: About what?
John Robie: You.
Frances Stevens: I don't really care.
John Robie: You're here in Europe to buy a husband.
Frances Stevens: The man I want doesn't have a price.
John Robie: That eliminates me.
H. H. Hughson: You are a man of obvious good taste in everything. Why did you.
John Robie: Why did I take up stealing? To live better, to own things I couldn't afford, to acquire this good taste that you now enjoy and which I should be very reluctant to give up.
H. H. Hughson: Then you are frankly dishonest.
John Robie: I try to be.
Frances Stevens: You're leaving fingerprints on my arm.
John Robie: Danielle, you are just a girl. She is a woman.
Danielle Foussard: Why buy an old car if you can get a new one cheaper? It will run better and last longer.
Frances Stevens: I bet you told her all your trees are sequoias.
John Robie: For what it's worth, I never stole from anybody who would go hungry.
Frances Stevens: I called the police from your room and told them who you are and everything you've been doing tonight.
John Robie: Everything? The boys must have really enjoyed that at headquarters.
John Robie: May I ask you a personal question?
Frances Stevens: I've been hoping you would.
Frances Stevens: Maybe Mr. Houston doesn't care for gambling.
Jessie Stevens: Everyone likes to gamble in one way or another, even you.
Frances Stevens: I have an intense dislike for it.
Jessie Stevens: Francie, dear, when the stakes are right, you'll gamble.
Jessie Stevens: Sorry I ever sent her to finishing school. I think they finished her there.
John Robie: You don't have to spend every day of your life proving your honesty, but I do.
John Robie: Well, we only met a couple of minutes ago.
Danielle Foussard: That's right, only a few minutes ago.
Frances Stevens: Only a few minutes ago? And you talk like old friends.
Frances Stevens: Ah, well, that's warm, friendly France for you.
Frances Stevens: My nerves could stand a drink.
Jessie Stevens: Your nerves and your mother.
Danielle Foussard: I heard some talk in the kitchen. They say, "What a pity if they must kill The Cat!"
Frances Stevens: Are you sure you were talking about water skis? From where I sat it looked as though you were conjugating some irregular verbs.
Frances Stevens: John, why bother?
John Robie: It's sort of a hobby of mine - the truth.
Frances Stevens: Mother, the book you're reading is upside down.
Frances Stevens: Doesn't it make you nervous to be in the same room with thousands of dollars worth of diamonds, and unable to touch them?
John Robie: No.
Frances Stevens: Like an alcoholic outside of a bar on Election Day?
John Robie: Wouldn't know the feeling.
Jessie Stevens: I know you ought to be spanked with a hairbrush and sent back to school - public school - where they could pound some sense into you during recess.
