Private Lives (1931)
Amanda: I think very few people are completely normal really, deep down in their private lives. It all depends on a combination of circumstances. If all the various cosmic thingummys fuse at the same moment, and the right spark is struck, there's no knowing what one mightn't do. That was the trouble with Elyot and me, we were like two violent acids bubbling about in a nasty little matrimonial bottle.
Amanda: I was brought up to believe it was beyond the pale for a man to strike a woman.
Elyot: A very poor tradition. Certain women should be struck regularly, like gongs.
Elyot Chase: You don't hold any mystery for me darling; do you mind? There isn't a part of you I don't know, remember, and want.
Amanda: Have you known her long?
Elyot: About four months, we met in a house party in Norfolk.
Amanda: Very flat, Norfolk.
Elyot: What are you doing here?
Amanda: I'm on my honeymoon.
Elyot: Hope you're enjoying it.
Amanda: It hasn't started yet.
Elyot: Neither has mine.
Amanda: [as Elyot opens his cigarette case] Give me one for the love of heaven,
Elyot Chase: Will you have a cocktail? There are two here.
Amanda: There are two here too.
Elyot Chase: We'll have my two first.
[handing her a glass]
Amanda: Shall we get roaring, screaming drunk?
Elyot Chase: I don't know. We tried it once before and it was a dismal failure.
Amanda: It was lovely at the beginning.
Elyot Chase: You have an immoral memory, Amanda. Here's to it.
Victor Prynne: You've never had a sister, dead or alive, have you?
Amanda: I believe there was a still-born one in 1902.
Victor Prynne: It's no use feeling sorry for yourself.
Amanda: I seem to be the only one who does, I might as well enjoy it.
Victor Prynne: Did he see you?
Amanda: No, he was running.
Victor Prynne: What was he running for?
Amanda: How do I know! Stop being so damned annoying!
Victor Prynne: Where did you see him?
Amanda: Downstairs, in a white suit.
Amanda: White suit?
Victor Prynne: Why not? It's summer isn't it?
Sibyl Chase: She was pretty, wasn't she, Amanda?
Elyot Chase: Very pretty.
Sibyl Chase: Prettier than I am?
Elyot Chase: Much.
Sibyl Chase: Elyot!
Elyot Chase: She was pretty and sleek,and her arms were long and slim and her legs were long and slim, and she danced like an angel. You dance very poorly, by the way.
Sibyl Chase: Could she play the piano as well as I can?
Elyot Chase: She couldn't play the piano at all.
Sibyl Chase: Had she my talent for organization?
Elyot Chase: No... but she hadn't your Mother either.