Sid Jeffers: Tell me, Mrs. Wright, does your husband interfere with your marriage?
Sid Jeffers: I envy people who drink. At least they know what to blame everything on.
Helen Wright: If it's so simple, why don't you drink?
Sid Jeffers: I have no character.
Paul Boray: Don't brag.
Sid Jeffers: It isn't what you are, it's what you don't become that hurts. Idealism is a luxury for the very young.
Paul Boray: All my life I... I wanted to do the right thing, but it never worked out. I'm outside always looking in. Feeling all the time I'm far away from home, and where home is I don't know. I... I... I can't get back to the simple happy kid I used to be.
Sid Jeffers: You'll do all right. You have all the characteristics of a successful virtuoso. You're self-indulgent, self-dedicated, and a hero of all your dreams.
Paul Boray: You ought to try a few dreams yourself. It might make you less cynical. When I look at you, I know what I want to avoid.
Sid Jeffers: One of us is offensive. Why don't you blow?
Sid Jeffers: Hey, you just spoiled the beginning of an odious relationship.
Sid Jeffers: I hate cold showers. They stimulate me. Then I don't know what to do.
Helen Wright: Me? There's nothing very strange about me. I was married twice before - once at sixteen, once at twenty-one. One was a crybaby and the other was a caveman. Between the two of them I said goodbye to girlhood.
Helen Wright: Did you think you could go away for weeks, almost months, never call nor write and come back to find me hanging in a clothes closet like a suit that you might put on some day a year from now?
Sid Jeffers: [regarding Helen Wright] She was born with a silver flask in her mouth.
Helen Wright: Don't you like martinis?
Paul Boray: Not particularly.
Helen Wright: They're an acquired taste, like Ravel.
Paul Boray: I never had much time for acquired tastes, except for Ravel.
Helen Wright: Bad manners, Mr. Boray, the infallible sign of talent.
Sid Jeffers: Oh, Mrs. Wright, this is my friend, Paul Boray, and I'm sure that any friend of mine is not welcome here.
Paul Boray: [speaking about swimming in the ocean] You don't know what you're missing. The water was wonderful.
Sid Jeffers: The water knows where to find me. I believe in progress and American plumbing. When I feel the need of water, I take a shower.
Helen Wright: Oh, here we go again. Only a man who doesn't drink thinks black coffee sobers you up.
Helen Wright: I spend my life doing penance for things I never should have done in the first place.
Helen Wright: I'd like to slap your face.
Paul Boray: Why don't you try it?
Helen Wright: [smashes her glass against the wall]
Sid Jeffers: I don't like to play the piano. It makes me too attractive.
Helen Wright: Leave me alone. Go on back to your music. I'm tired of playing second fiddle to the ghost of Beethoven.