Angela McCourt: Don't let anyone ever slam the door on you again. Do you hear me?
Older Frank: I do.
Bess McNeill: I don't understand what you're saying. How can you love a word? You cannot love words. You can't be in love with a word. You can only love another human being. That's perfection.
The Minister: Can you think of anything of real value that the outsiders have brought with them?
Bess McNeill: Uh... their music.
Victoria Everglot: What if Victor and I don't like each other?
Maudeline Everglot: Hmpf! As if that has anything to do with marriage. Do you suppose your father and I like each other?
Jackie du Pré: I'll play the fucking triangle, I just want to make music again.
Peter Sellers: I'm under a lot of pressure, I could use your support.
Anne Sellers: You've always had my support, Peter. It's my patience that I'm no longer sure about.
Millie Warne: I must warn you, Miss Potter, I am more than prepared to like you.
Rose Narracott: I might hate you more, but I'll never love you less.
