Ellen Olenska: I knew you'd come.
Newland Archer: That shows you wanted me to.
Newland Archer: All the older women like and admire you. They want to help.
Ellen Olenska: I know. I know, as long as they don't hear anything unpleasant. Does no one here want to know - want to know the truth, Mr. Archer? The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only asks you to pretend.
Ellen Olenska: Is New York such a labyrinth? I thought it was all straight up and down like Fifth Avenue. All the cross streets numbered and big honest labels on everything.
Newland Archer: Everything is labeled, but everybody is not.
Ellen Olenska: Then I must count on you for warnings too.
Ted Archer: What will I tell her?
Newland Archer: Don't you always have something to say?
Newland Archer: What could you possibly gain that could make up for the scandal?
Ellen Olenska: My freedom.
John Proctor: It is not on a boat we'll meet again Abigail, but in hell.
John Proctor: You bring down heaven and raise up a whore.
John Proctor: Whore! How do you call heaven?
John Proctor: Go to bed, Mary.
Mary Warren: I'll not be ordered to bed anymore, Mr. Proctor. I am 18 now and a woman... however single.
John Proctor: If you wish to sit up, then sit up.
Mary Warren: I wish to go to bed.
John Proctor: Good night, then.
Mary Warren: Good night.
John Proctor: Show honor now, show them a stony heart and sink them with it.
Judge Danforth: To your knowledge, has John Proctor committed the crime of lechery? Answer my question! Is your husband an adulterer?
Elizabeth: No sir.
Judge Danforth: Remove her, Marshal.
John Proctor: Elizabeth, I have confessed it.
Elizabeth: Oh, God.
John Proctor: I say - I say - God is dead.
John Proctor: Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer.
John Proctor: These are heavy books.
Rev. John Hale: Well, they should be. They're weighted with authority.
Gerry Conlon: What I remember most about my childhood is holding your hand. My wee hand in your big hand, and the smell of tobacco. I remember, I could smell the tobacco in the palm of your hand. When I want to feel happy, I try to remember the smell of tobacco.
Giuseppe Conlon: Hold my hand.
Gerry Conlon: When can I go back to Belfast?
Detective: Next time you'll see Belfast, they'll be flying day trips to the moon.
Gerry Conlon: I always wanted to be an astronaut.
Giuseppe Conlon: I want you have some respect.
Gerry Conlon: Respect for who?
Giuseppe Conlon: For yourself.
Gerry Conlon: That was a good day's work, McAndrew. A good day's work.
Joe McAndrew: Get away from me.
Gerry Conlon: You're not looking me in the eye when you're speaking to me. You see, I know how to look at people without blinking as well. In all my god-forsaken life I have never known what it was like to want to kill somebody until now. You're a brave man, Joe. A brave man.
Hawkeye: I am Le Longue Carabine! My death is a great honor to the Huron, take me.
Cora Munro: Yes! Go ahead.
Duncan: What the bloody hell plan is this?
Cora Munro: I want you to go.
Hawkeye: If we go, there's a chance there won't be a fight. There's no powder. If we don't go in that, there's no chance. None! Do you understand?
Duncan: Coward.
