Anastasia: The poor have only one advantage; they know when they are loved for themselves.
Boris Adreivich Chernov: Your Majesty, I beg you. They're all waiting down there. What shall we say to them? What can we say to them?
Dowager Empress: [emphatically] Nothing. Paul, your arm. I will speak to them.
Boris Adreivich Chernov: Oh, thank you, your Majesty.
Boris Adreivich Chernov: [calling everyone to attention by clapping] Everybody, please.
Prince Paul von Haraldberg: [the Prince escorting the Dowager Empress down the hallway toward the ballroom full of guests] Forgive me Marie, but what will you say?
Dowager Empress: Say? Oh, I will say, 'The play is over. Go home.'
General Sergei Pavlovich Bounine: [to Petrovin] Would you recognize the smile of a girl you knew ten years ago?
Piotr Ivanovich Petrovin: I didn't think of that!
General Sergei Pavlovich Bounine: You're both fools! You're examining her as if she was the real Anastasia. There is no Anastasta! She was shot to death ten years ago by a firing squad. We're not looking for her, gentlemen. We're seeking only a reasonable facsimile.
Dowager Empress: We are most of us lonely, and it is mostly of our own making.
Dowager Empress: But oh please, if it should not be you, don't ever tell me.
Dowager Empress: I like the past. It's sweet and familiar.
Boris Adreivich Chernov: ...and that woman is too too something! Too crazy, too clever, too tricky!
General Sergei Pavlovich Bounine: I don't care what she is! The important thing is that she fits!
Dowager Empress: Lievenbaum, your voluptuous fantasies are disgusting! To a woman of your age, sex should mean nothing but gender!