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: She's a yellow belt. I'm a green belt. That's the way nature made it. What happens is, she throws me all over the place. Swine
: She throws you all over the place? Clare Quilty
: Yes. What she does, she gets me in a, sort of, thing called a sweeping ankle throw. She sweeps my ankles away from under me. I go down with one helluva bang. Swine
: Doesn't it hurt? Clare Quilty
: Well, I sort of lay there in pain, but I love it. I really love it. I lay there hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness. It's really the greatest.
: Listen, didn't you... didn't you have a daughter? Didn't you have a daughter with a lovely name? Yeah! A lovely... What was it now? A lovely, lyrical, lilting name, like, uh... uh... Charlotte Haze
: Lo-li-ta! Clare Quilty
: Lolita, that's right, Lolita. Diminutive of Dolores, "The Tears and the Roses." Charlotte Haze
: Wednesday she's going to have a cavity filled by your Uncle Ivor. Clare Quilty
: Yes. Hahahahaha... Yes.
: Well, it's nothing, but... she had an accident. Clare Quilty
: Oh gee, she had an accident? That's really terrible, I mean, fancy a fellow's wife having... a normal guy having... his wife having an accident like that. W-what happened to her? Humbert Humbert
: Er, she was hit by a car. Clare Quilty
: Gee, no wonder she's not here. Gee, you must feel pretty bad about it. W-w-w-w-when uh eh w-what's happening, is she coming out later or something? Humbert Humbert
: Well, that was the understanding. Clare Quilty
: What, in an ambulance? Hahahaha! Gee, I'm sorry, I-I-I-shouldn't say that; I get sorta carried away, you know, being so normal and everything.
] Humbert Humbert
: Quilty! Quilty? Clare Quilty
: Ah, wha? Who's there? Humbert Humbert
: Are you Quilty. Clare Quilty
: No, I'm... Spartacus. You come to free the slaves or sumpn? Humbert Humbert
: Are you Quilty? Clare Quilty
: Yeah, yeah, I'm Quilty, yeah, sure.
: [looks at bullet hole
] Gee... right in the boxing glove.
: He can smell if you're sweet. He likes sweet young people. People like you.
: Where the devil did you get her? Humbert
: I beg your pardon? Clare Quilty
: I said, "The weather's getting better." Humbert
: Seems so. Clare Quilty
: Who's the lassie? Humbert
: Um - my daughter. Clare Quilty
: You lie, she is not. Humbert
: What? Clare Quilty
: I said "July was hot."
: You are a foreigner, you are an agent of a foreign power, you're a foreign literary agent.