Stanley: I came to say that for some inexplicable reason that defies common sense and human understanding, that I have, of late, experienced some small... quite small but discernible, inner stirrings regarding your smile.
Stanley: You're prettiest at about 8:20 in the summer, when the light is fading.
Stanley: All my optimism was an illusion.
Lily: Evangeline, do you love Papa?
Evangeline: Of course not! I know my place. That wouldn't be right. I mean... yes.
Lily: Papa, do you love Evangeline?
Mr. Brown: What are you saying? That - that would be totally improper. I mean a thing like that could - could never happen. I mean, obviously... yes.
Mr. Brown: I must marry Quickly.
Mr. Brown: It wasn't really the baby they were eating. It was a chicken, actually.
Mr. Darcy: Dearest, loveliest Elizabeth.
Nagase: You are a soldier, Lomax. You never surrendered.
Eric: I'm still at war.
Eric: My mother was already dead, as it happens. All through the war, I wrote letters home to a dead woman.
George: Looking in the mirror staring back at me isn't so much a face as the expression of a predicament.
George: You know that only thing that has made the whole thing worthwhile has been those few times that I was able to truly connect with another person.
George: It takes time in the morning for me to become George, time to adjust to what is expected of George and how he is to behave. By the time I have dressed and put the final layer of polish on the now slightly stiff but quite perfect George I know fully what part I'm supposed to play.
Carlos: No one has ever picked me up and not wanted something.
George: I think you picked me up. This is kind of a serious day for me.
Carlos: Come on. What could be so serious for a guy like you?
George: I'm just trying to get over an old love I guess.
Carlos: My mother says that lovers are like buses. You just have to wait a little while and another one comes along.
George: For the first time in my life I can't see my future. Every day goes by in a haze, but today I have decided will be different.
Jennifer Strunk: Would you like to meet Charlton Heston? He's our scorpion. Every night we throw in something new to him and watch him kill it. Daddy says it's like a Coliseum. Daddy says he wants to throw you into the Coliseum.
George: No kidding. Why?
Jennifer Strunk: Well, he says you're light in your loafers. But you're not even wearing any loafers.
