First Official: One, you are legally dead and therefore cannot hold any property whatsoever.
Orlando: Ah. Fine.
First Official: Two, you are now a female.
Second Official: Which amounts to much the same thing.
Narrator: She's lived for 400 years and hardly aged a day; but, because this is England, everyone pretends not to notice.
[speaking in French]
Princess Sasha: You speak French?
Orlando: A bit. But most of the English can't... don't want to speak other languages.
Princess Sasha: But how do they communicate with foreigners?
Orlando: They speak English louder.
Orlando: If I were a man...
Orlando: I might choose not to risk my life for an uncertain cause. I might think that freedom won by death is not worth having. In fact...
Shelmerdine: You might choose not to be a real man at all. Say, if I were a woman...
Shelmerdine: I might choose not to sacrifice my life caring for my children, nor my children's children, nor to drown anonymously in the milk of female kindness, but instead, say, to go abroad. Would I then be...
Orlando: A real woman?
Orlando: Same person. No difference at all... just a different sex.
The Khan: It has been said to me that the English make a habit of collecting... countries.
Archduke Harry: I'm offering you my hand.
Orlando: Oh! Archduke! That's very kind of you, yes. I cannot accept.
Archduke Harry: But I... I am England. And you are mine.
Orlando: I see. On what grounds?
Archduke Harry: That I adore you.
Orlando: I can find only three words to describe the female sex. None of which are worth expressing.
Queen Elizabeth I: [conferring the family estate upon Orlando] For you and for your heirs, Orlando: the house.
Orlando: Your Majesty, I am forever...
Queen Elizabeth I: But on one condition. Do not fade. Do not wither. Do not grow old.
Pope: Sir, I accept your general rule, that every poet is a fool, but you yourself may serve to show it, that every fool is not a poet.
Shelmerdine: You're hurt ma'am.
Orlando: I'm dead, sir.
Shelmerdine: Dead. That's serious. Can I help?
Orlando: Will you marry me?
Shelmerdine: Ma'am... I would gladly, but I fear my ankle is twisted.
Orlando: Nothing thicker than a knife's blade separates melancholy from happiness.
[Orlando starts to tend to the wounds of an enemy soldier]
Archduke Harry: Leave him.
Orlando: This is a dying man.
Archduke Harry: He's not a man. He's the enemy.
Orlando's Father: Now, what would please you? All that is mine is here for your pleasure.
Queen Elizabeth I: All you call yours is mine already.
Archduke Harry: Orlando, to me you were and always will be, whether male or female, the pink, the pearl, and the perfection of your sex.