Madam Suliman: It's time to put an end to this idiotic war.
Howl: Sorry, it looks like you're involved.
Young Sophie: It's... you're scaring me. I have this weird feeling you're going to leave. Howl, tell me what's going on! Please. I don't care if you're a monster.
Howl: I'm just setting things up so all of you can live a comfortable life, Sophie.
Howl: Those things are Suliman's henchmen. Lets go! Faster! We need to take off.
Howl: I can give you five minutes of invisibility so use it wisely.
Witch of the Waste: It looks like your true love is in love with someone else.
Old Sophie: What a dump. When I think of castles, it's not what I picture.
Young Sophie: So you are going away. Please, Howl. I know I can be of help to you, even though I'm not pretty and all I'm good at is cleaning.
Howl: Sophie! Sophie! You're beautiful.
Old Sophie: Well, the nice thing about being old is you've got nothing much to lose.
Old Sophie: Howl, why is the Witch of the Wastes trying to hunt you down?
Howl: She was once quite beautiful, so I decided to pursue her, then I realised she wasn't, so then, as usual, I ran away.
Old Sophie: It was a pleasure meeting you, even if you are my least favorite vegetable! Take care, Turniphead.
Honey: You sound ghastly, like some 90-year-old woman.
Old Sophie: Why do you get so cold when you're old? I'm fatter than ever and yet the wind blows right through me.
Letti: What's going on? Someone just told me you floated down into our balcony.
Young Sophie: So that did happen, it wasn't a dream.
Howl: I've got it! Why don't you go to the palace for me.
Old Sophie: Huh?
Howl: Just say that you're Pendragon's mother and that your son is such a cowardly wizard he's too afraid to show his face. Maybe then Madame Suliman will finally give up on me.
Witch of the Waste: What a tacky little hat shop. I've never seen such tacky little hats. Yet you are by far the tackiest thing here.
Howl: Don't be alarmed but I'm being followed. Act normal.
Old Sophie: Are you the one moving this castle?
Calcifer: Of course I am! No one else does any work around here.
Howl: You're wearing that hat? After all the magic I used to make your dress pretty?
Markl: Wait! You can't come up here.
Old Sophie: Whatever you don't want me to clean, better hide it now.
Markl: Save my room for last, OK?
Old Sophie: A battleship?
Howl: On its way to burn cities and people.
Old Sophie: The enemy's? Ours?
Howl: What difference does it make?
