Clarissa (1991– )
Clarissa: I cannot admire a man with no morals.
Anna: Clarry, men put on their morals as we put on our stays!
Lovelace: If you marry Soames I swear you will become the youngest and prettiest widow in the county.
Clarissa: Do not be sad. I am not sad. Rejoice with me that all my worldly troubles are so near an end.
Lovelace: Her grandmother came to me, begged me to be merciful.
Belford: And you agreed?
Lovelace: Word of a gentleman, Jack.
[refusing Lovelace's marriage proposal]
Clarissa: I would not bind myself in covenant with you for a thousand, thousand worlds.
Lovelace: [after he has raped Clarissa] I love you.
Clarissa: Some new strategem?
Lovelace: Believe me.
Clarissa: Again? Like I believed Captain Tomlinson and Lady Betty? How you all must have laughed. Such a witty masquerade.
Uncle Anthony: [talking about Lovelace] Heir to a peerage, a fine paternal estate, two unmarried aunts. Mark that.
James: And an army of whores and bastards. Mark that.
Clarissa: I have always heard that you prefer not to confine your pleasure to more than one lady entirely.
[after Clarissa has fled from home, her family are trying to find her. Her brother goes to see her best friend]
Anna: Even if I knew where she was, which I don't, my mother has forbidden me to write.
James: Surely you do not mean to frustrate any hopes we have of a reconciliation?
Anna: On whose terms?
James: [to Anna's mother] Is it a daughter's place to bandy terms?
Anna: Or a brother's to impose them? If my friend wishes to be reconciled, I'm sure she remembers your address.
Anna: Now mother, what workman throws away a sharp tool because it may prick his finger.
Bella: You know the rules. No letters.
Clarissa: Not even to Anna?
Bella: Your go-between to Lovelace?
Clarissa: [writing to Anna] You once told me adversity was my shining time, and so I think it is.
Clarissa: Dig a hole deep enough to conceal this unhappy body for I fear that those who would not stir to protect me living will move heaven and earth to defend me dead.
Lovelace: Spare us a shilling squire, spare us a shilling for an old soldier.
Clarissa: You tell me that my uncle, a man I never knew to lie, now requires me to pretend I am already married?
Tomlinson: Has she gone? Thank God for that, I can get out of this fancy dress.
Clarissa: My soul is above you, man. Do not urge me to tell you how much I know my soul is above you.
Mrs. Sinclair: I've never heard such a-doings in all my life. Such a chicken of a gentleman and a tiger of a lady.
Mrs. Sinclair: She can use her airs and graces to satisfy some of our young gentlemen.
Sally: She's not getting any comfort from me. She's one of us now.
Sally: [reading from one of Clarissa's stolen letters] Look carefully to the seals of my letters.
Sally: Muslin? I wanted silk, Miss Lyons, with ruffles here and here.
[showing a letter from Clarissa]
Lovelace: Mine, Jack, Mine!
[Reading the letter]
Belford: Hmm. It's more like a sermon than a billet-doux.
Mrs Harlowe: Clarry, a woman must know when to bend or else she will surely break.
James: Pinch your cheeks, Bella. Your face must be your fortune now.
Anna: How cruel of you to rob Bella of the only lover she ever had.
Clarissa: Me? It wasn't me. She refused him.
[discussing the possible return of Clarissa]
James: No! If she ever enters these doors, I shall leave.
Mr Harlowe: Then leave. The child has suffered enough.
Clarissa: Was Lovelace here?
Belford: He's gone now.
Clarissa: Can he never leave me in peace? Will he pursue me to the grave?
[Talking about Lovelace]
Anna: Don't you like him at all? Not even a teeny bit? He's so handsome.
Clarissa: So wild!
Anna: So vain!
Belford: I know these promising ladies, you see, all sauce and no stuffing. 50 guineas on it she flies the nest.
[after Lovelace has raped Clarissa]
Clarissa: What further evils are reserved for me? I find I am your prisoner.
Lovelace: I trust you slept well.
Clarissa: I did not sleep.
Lovelace: Scribbling? Is that wise? Letters can be traced.
Clarissa: As you should know.
Lovelace: I hope at least you used an alias.
Clarissa: I leave all such subterfuge to you.
[Grandfather Harlowe has died and left the entire estate and wealth to his younger granddaughter, Clarissa]
Bella: Imagine! Leaving all the family paintings to her, just because she used to tickle with him! And wipe and clean with her own dainty fingers.
James: [taking Bella's hand] Dainty? Whose fingers could be daintier than these?
Bella: He might just as well have left them to the maid.
[as Clarissa is dying in prison, her coffin is brought into her cell]
Doctor: What shocking sight is this?
Clarissa: Why shocking? Are we shocked in church to see the monuments of our ancestors with whom we hope one day to rest in peace?
Mrs Howe: Mr Hickman is very patient, but no man will wait forever.
Lovelace: Oh she may threaten, she may weep, she may rave 'Oh you traitor! Oh you fiend!' but little by little she comes to like her little cage.
Lovelace: Well done Jack, you have avenged her well. One man cannot have every woman worth having... Clarissa let this redeem my soul.
Anna: What a choice. Soames, the grubby little sneakthief or Lovelace, the schoolyard bully.
Uncle Anthony: [contemplating a union between Clarissa and Lovelace] But from the point of view of the estate, as long as Bella don't object.
Bella: Why should I object? She's welcome to my leavings.
Lovelace: I swear
Tomlinson: [interrupting] No oaths, sir. Oaths won't do it. Not your oaths leastways.
Clarissa: [on arriving at the Sinclair house in Dover Street, Clarissa is welcomed as Mrs Lovelace] *Mrs* Lovelace?
Lovelace: The lady is a very moral woman. What more could I do?
Clarissa: I would rather you did less, Mr Lovelace, not more.