- Lizzie: You can't lay in bed all day!
- Rev. Emilius: Why not? It's Sunday, isn't it?
- Lizzie: Exactly! Your day for activity I should have thought.
- Rev. Emilius: [Turning over, suggestively] What sort of activity do you advocate?
- Dolly Longstaffe: Heaven, this place is dreary on Sundays! I do believe I'd be joyer at church.
- Mr. Monk: Then why not give it a go?
- Dolly Longstaffe: For the same reason that you don't, Monk. That I can't get up any interest in it.
- Plantagenet: Well, Cora, will it please you to be a duchess?
- Glencora: If it please you, it please me.
- Glencora: [to Madame Max] Well, when two women understand each other as thoroughly as we do, it can meither be love or contempt. We've chosen a better way.
- Duke of Omnium: [Feeling death approaching] It's nearly finished. Marie, the thing is done now... I hope for nothing, but I fear for nothing either.
- [He has a brief spasm, and passes on]
- Marie Goesler: Duke... My Lord Duke...
- [She walks back to the foot of the bed and bows to him]
- Marie Goesler: You hope for nothing and you fear for nothing, but, Duke of Omnium, no man should dare to live idly as you have done.