Freddie Page: Let me give you a case: Jack loves Jill, Jill loves Jack. But Jack doesn't love Jill in the same way. Jack never asked to be loved.
Hester Collyer: And what about Jill?
Freddie Page: That's Jill's hard luck! I can't be bloody Romeo all the time.
Mrs. Elton: A lot of rubbish is talked about love. You know what real love is? It's wiping someone's arse or changing the sheets when they've wet themselves. And letting them keep their dignity so you can both go on.
Collyer's Mother: Beware of passion, Hester. It always leads to something ugly.
Hester Collyer: What would you replace it with?
Collyer's Mother: A guarded enthusiasm. It's safer.
Hester Collyer: Lust isn't the whole of life, but Freddie is, you see, for me. The whole of life. And death. So, put a label on that, if you can.