Maude: That was fun! Let's play something together.
Harold: I don't play anything.
Maude: Nothing? Dear me, everybody should be able to make some music. That's the cosmic dance.
Maude: Grab the shovel, Harold.
Maude: You know, at one time, I used to break into pet shops to liberate the canaries. But I decided that was an idea way before its time. Zoos are full, prisons are overflowing... oh my, how the world still dearly loves a cage..
Maude: Harold, everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You just can't let the world judge you too much.
Maude: Consistency is not really a human trait.
The Dealer - Mrs. Clover: That hearse is still outside, go away, go away.
Daisy Clover: Oh it's going away all right Old Chap, with me in it.
Cop on Pier: You waited seven years to report your husband missing?
The Dealer - Mrs. Clover: Well I didn't miss him until today.
Minnie Castevet: Anyone! Anyone! It didn't have to be a no-good slut straight from the gutter. Just as long as she is young, healthy and not a virgin.
Minnie Castevet: Now! That's what I call the long arm of coincidence.
Minnie Castevet: Oh, are you pregnant?
Minnie Castevet: He chose you, honey! From all the women in the world to be the mother of his only living son.
