- Rose: Working 'til I drop for an audience of four: three nuns and a mother.
- Marcel Richard: It's no good complaining.
- Rose: But she only bothered because it was raining.
- Gulietta: If death were given a voice, that voice would scream through the sky 'Live while you may for I am coming.' So hand me the wine and the dice. I want my carnival now while I have thirst and lust for living. So gather all you can reap before you're under the plough. The hand of death is unforgiving.
- Alex: God, what a fool I was to love you! What was all my searching for? It's never hard to find a whore!