Merton: You want me to seduce a dying girl? And what makes you think she'll just leave me all her money?
Kate: I know her. I know how she loves.
Kate Croy: These wretched aristocrats can't even heat their houses.
Aunt Maud: Try to look as if you've worn it all your life. It's yours.
Kate: Promise me - on your honor - that you're not in love with her memory.
Kate: Every time she smiles, remember that I love you more.
Merton Densher: She's alive, Kate, more alive than anyone I've ever known.