Madame Arcati: I presume that's the gramophone?
Charles Condomine: Would you like me to start if for you? It's an electric one.
Madame Arcati: No, please stay where you are. I can manage.
Ruth Condomine: Now look here, Charles, this display of roguish flippancy might have been alluring. In a middle-aged novelist it's nauseating.
Charles Condomine: I don't see what I've done that's so awful?
Ruth Condomine: You behaved abominably last night. You wounded me and insulted me.
Charles Condomine: I was a victim of an aberration.
Ruth Condomine: Nonsense. You were drunk.
Julius Caesar: Two hours until dawn. We will hold where we are.
Agrippa: And what happens at dawn?
Julius Caesar: I thought you knew. The sun comes up.
Julius Caesar: Why should the eyes of a statue always be without life?
Julius Caesar: Ah, yes. I seem to recall some mention of an obsession you have about your divinity... Isis, is it not?
Cleopatra: I shall have to insist that you mind what you say. I AM Isis. I am worshipped by millions who believe it. You are not to confuse what I am with the so-called divine origin which every Roman general seems to acquire together with his shield. It was, uh, Venus you chose to be descended from, wasn't it?
Cleopatra: Catullus doesn't approve of you. Why haven't you had him killed?
Julius Caesar: Because I approve of him..
Agrippa: Nothing bores me so much as an intellectual.
Julius Caesar: Makes a better admiral of you, Agrippa.
Professor Henry Higgins: The question is not whether I've treated you rudely but whether you've ever heard me treat anyone else better.
Professor Henry Higgins: By George, Eliza, the streets will be strewn with the bodies of men shooting themselves for your sake before I'm done with you.
Professor Henry Higgins: You impudent hussy.
Professor Henry Higgins: By George, she's got it! BY george, SHE'S GOT IT.
Professor Henry Higgins: She's an owl, sickened by a few days of my sunshine.
Professor Henry Higgins: She's so deliciously low. So horribly dirty.
Professor Henry Higgins: Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Professor Henry Higgins: You won my bet? You presumptuous insect, I won it.
Professor Henry Higgins: May I ask, do you complain of your treatment here?
Eliza Doolittle: No.
Professor Henry Higgins: Has anyone behaved badly? Colonel Pickering, Mrs. Pearce?
Eliza Doolittle: No.
Professor Henry Higgins: You certainly don't pretend that I have treated you badly?
Eliza Doolittle: No.
Professor Henry Higgins: The French don't care what they do actually, as long as they pronounce it properly.
Professor Henry Higgins: Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
