Luisa Contini: Thank you.
Guido Contini: What for?
Luisa Contini: Thank you for reminding me I'm not special. You don't even see what you do to me. Even the moments I think are ours, it's just... you working to get what you want.
Reynolds Woodcock: Marriage would make me deceitful and I don't ever want that.
Reynolds Woodcock: There is an air of quiet death in this house and I do not like the way it smells.
Reynolds Woodcock: Kiss me, my girl, before I'm sick.
Reynolds Woodcock: What precisely is the nature of my game?
Reynolds Woodcock: To keep my sour heart from choking. To break a curse. A house that doesn't change is a dead house.
Reynolds Woodcock: What a model of politeness you two are.
Reynolds Woodcock: Morning, my old so-and-so.
Reynolds Woodcock: It's comforting to think the dead are watching over the living. I don't find that spooky at all.
Alma: Mrs. Vaughan is satisfied with the dress.
Reynolds Woodcock: No one gives a tinker's fucking curse about Mrs. Vaughan's satisfaction.
Reynolds Woodcock: I feel as if I've been looking for you for a very long time.
Reynolds Woodcock: Is this an ambush? Are you sent here to ruin my evening? And possibly my entire life?
Reynolds Woodcock: Her arrival has cast a very long shadow.
Reynolds Woodcock: A house that doesn't change is a dead house.
Johanna: Where have you gone, Reynolds. There's nothing I can say to get your attention aimed back at me, is there?
Reynolds Woodcock: I cannot begin my day with a confrontation, please. I'm delivering the dress today, and I can't take up space with confrontation. I simply don't have time for confrontations.
Tomas: You can sleep. Sleep in my arms. Like a baby bird. Like a broom among brooms... in a broom closet. Like a tiny parrot. Like a whistle. Like a little song. A song sung by a forest... within a forest... a thousand years ago.
