- Pinkie Brown: [in a recording booth, making a disc for the doting, oblivious Rose] You asked me to make a record of me voice. Well, here it is. What you want me to say is, 'I love you.' Here's the truth. I hate you, you little slut. You make me sick.
- [last lines]
- Pinkie Brown: [Rose, tearful about Pinkie's death, is listening to the record Pinkie made earlier] "You wanted a record of my voice. Well here it is. What you want me to say is, 'I love you'..."
- Pinkie Brown: [the record, scratched when Pinkie tried to destroy it, suddenly repeats instead of plays the true disdain he recorded for Rose] "... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you..."
- Colleoni: You see the gold on them furnitures? Napoleon stayed here with Eugenie.
- Pinkie Brown: Who's she?
- Colleoni: Oh, some foreign palone.
- Mother Superior: [while comforting Rose after Pinkie's death] You or I cannot fathom the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.
- Ida Arnold: Now listen, dear. I'm human, I've loved a boy or two in my time. It's natural, like breathin'. Not one of them's worth it, let alone this fellow you've got hold of.
- Rose: People change.
- Ida Arnold: I've never changed. It's like those sticks of rock. Bite one all the way down, you'll still read Brighton. That's human nature.