Morris Townsend:
A woman of such uncommon grace has no need of guile.

Morris Townsend:
My vanity requires an audience.

Dr. Austin Sloper:
If a prelude is necessary, the news must be bad.

Dr. Austin Sloper:
We were all young and beautiful once. It's transient, and then it's gone.

Aunt Lavinia Penniman:
You'll have to excuse me, Mr. Townsend. I have a fortuitous headache.

Morris Townsend:
You would hear me abused without opening your lips in my defense?

Catherine Sloper:
My father would not abuse you. He does not know you well enough.

Morris Townsend:
For God's Sake! What do you think I am? I'm not good enough for you! Not nearly good enough! What do you want me to do?

Catherine Sloper:
I want you to love me.