- Mildred Rogers: You cad, you dirty swine! I never cared for you, not once! I was always makin' a fool of ya! Ya bored me stiff; I hated ya! It made me sick when I had to let ya kiss me. I only did it because ya begged me, ya hounded me and drove me crazy! And after ya kissed me, I always used to wipe my mouth! Wipe my mouth!
- Mildred Rogers: Anything you want?
- Philip Carey: Yes, if you don't mind I'd like to talk to you. Um... filthy weather, isn't it?
- Mildred Rogers: Makes no difference to me. I have to be here all day.
- Philip Carey: Don't talk like that. I only wanted to say something pleasant.
- Mildred Rogers: Well, say it.
- Philip Carey: You know you have a lovely smile. You should try using it more often.
- Mildred Rogers: Oh, don't go spoofing me. A girl who works hard all day like I do. I don't have much reason to smile.
- Philip Carey: Perhaps I could find a reason. Would you let me try?
- Mildred Rogers: [after having her baby] Funny looking little thing, isn't it? I can't believe it's mine.
- Thorpe Athelny: Here I am in a charity hospital, because my father loved fast women and slow horses.
- Thorpe Athelny: I was married to a lady once. Good heavens! Never marry a lady, my boy.
- Philip Carey: Oh really? Why?
- Thorpe Athelny: Because a lady has a point of view, a personality and an individuality, all to devil you with!
- Philip Carey: I thought you were never coming.
- Mildred Rogers: Ooh, like that. After keeping me waiting. I almost went home.
- Philip Carey: I was in the second class waiting room. I thought you said you'd be there.
- Mildred Rogers: No, I said "is it likely I would sit in the second class if I could sit in the first?" For a gentleman of brains you don't use them, do ya?
- Philip Carey: Perhaps not. Anyway you're here, so it's alright, isn't it?
- Mildred Rogers: You certainly do make a girl feel important to ya.
- Thorpe Athelny: Well, I suppose youth must be served, but I must say, I'm sick and tired of serving it!
- [last lines]
- Sally Athelny: Philip, you're free.
- Philip Carey: Yes, but suddenly... suddenly there's nowhere to go.
- Cabbie at End: Taxi, sir?
- Philip Carey: No thanks. No.
- [to Sally]
- Philip Carey: I had to be free to realize that. I had to be free to understand that all those years that I'd dreamed of escape, it was because I was limping through life.
- Cabbie at End: Taxi, sir?
- Philip Carey: No thank you!
- [continuing]
- Philip Carey: And because I was bound up with a person who was incredible to me. That's all over. I'm not limping anymore. My life's all right.
- Sally Athelny: Then why don't you go?
- Philip Carey: Because everything that's beautiful to me is... is right here. Won't you please marry me, Sally?
- Sally Athelny: If you like.
- Philip Carey: But don't you want to?
- Sally Athelny: Well, there's no one else I'd marry.
- [Philip goes to kiss her, but stops when a man on the street stares at them]
- Cabbie at End: How about a taxi, sir?
- Philip Carey: What?
- Cabbie at End: How about a taxi?
- Philip Carey: Yes!
- [Philip and Sally get in the cab and kiss]
- Thorpe Athelny: I don't think women ought to sit down at table with men.
- Philip Carey: Oh! Don't you? Why not?
- Thorpe Athelny: It ruins conversation. I'm sure it's very bad for them. It puts ideas in their heads. And women are never at ease with themselves when they have ideas.
- Philip Carey: You sound like the old voice of England.
- Thorpe Athelny: I am, sir. And this is fine old Yorkshire pudding that gives me the strength to carry on.
- Philip Carey: Norah, I've got something strange to tell you. You've been so good to me, it only makes it harder.
- Norah: Philip, what's wrong?
- Philip Carey: I'm sorry, it... it's just over.
- Norah: You mean you don't care for me anymore?
- Philip Carey: I'm afraid so.
- Norah: What have I done?
- Philip Carey: Nothing. You've been wonderful to me. It's just that I...
- [he puts his head in his hands]
- Norah: 'Course I knew you never loved me as much as I love you.
- Philip Carey: Yes, I'm afraid that's usually the case. There's usually one who loves, and one who *is* loved.
- Norah: Oh, it's always the same. If you want a man to be nice to you, you have to be rotten to him. If you treat a man honestly, you... Philip, there's someone else.
- Philip Carey: Yes.
- Norah: Who is she?
- Philip Carey: Mildred. She's come back.
- Norah: After all she's done. How could you?
- Philip Carey: That's what I'd like to know.
- Norah: It's just as though you were bound to her in some way.
- Philip Carey: Yes.
- Norah: As I am to you. As she was to Miller.
- Philip Carey: As every human being is, to something or other.