- Nora Nesbitt: You're well out of it.
- Philip Carey: Out of what?
- Nora Nesbitt: Whatever you came here to forget.
- Philip Carey: You do so much for me. Now what do I give you in return? What do you get out of it?
- Nora Nesbitt: Copy for my next 10 books.
- Philip Carey: But, what fun is there in this sitting here night after night, watching Mr. Hyde trying to become Dr. Jekyll?
- Nora Nesbitt: What decided you to take her back?
- Philip Carey: I don't know. I - there's a saying somewhere, isn't there, something about - human bondage.
- Nora Nesbitt: Well, if there isn't, there ought to be.
- French Art Teacher: I know this model. She's very beautiful. You've made her look like a piece of meat in a butcher's shop. Perhaps you ought to become a butcher. Better be a good butcher than a bad artist.
- Griffiths: Fancy giving up being an artist in Paris to coming here to study medicine. You must be off your rocker, old boy.
- Philip Carey: I'm not really very good at it.
- Griffiths: All those lovely models, absolutely gorgeous.
- Philip Carey: Oh, I don't know. You soon get used to it. I suppose it's like being a doctor, in a way.
- Griffiths: If I thought I was ever going to get that blasé about women, I'd give up medicine here and now.
- Griffiths: Sheer physiological poetry.
- 'Matty' Mathews: A perfect specimen.
- Griffiths: I wouldn't mind trying out my bedside manner on her.
- Griffiths: [looking at a nude] Did you paint this in the flesh?
- Philip Carey: I didn't exactly do it from memory.
- Griffiths: Oh, that's the life, isn't it.
- Mildred Rogers: I think that one should be able to pick and choose the people you mix with.
- Philip Carey: Like me.
- Mildred Rogers: I spotted you as a gentleman. First minute I set eyes on you.
- Philip Carey: Are gentlemen ever allowed to kiss you?
- Mildred Rogers: It depends on how nicely they ask me.
- Philip Carey: You tell me what to say and I'll say it.
- Mildred Rogers: Oh, you're a talker, you are. Don't talk about things so much. You're always going on and on.
- [lifts her veil and Philip gives her a long kiss]
- Mildred Rogers: A gentleman always knows when to stop.
- Philip Carey: Maybe I'm not a gentleman.
- Mildred Rogers: The Second Class Waiting Room? Why did you think I'd be in the Second Class Waiting Room?
- Philip Carey: I'm sorry. I just didn't think...
- Mildred Rogers: Just because I'm only a waitress, doesn't mean I can't be a lady.
- Mildred Rogers: Did any of the girls see you waitin' on me?
- Philip Carey: I don't know. Why do you ask?
- Mildred Rogers: [chuckles] They have a good laugh at you, you know.
- Philip Carey: Do they?
- Mildred Rogers: Oh, well its nothin' like that, silly. You're too touchy. No, they just think you're gone on me, that's all.
- Philip Carey: Well, maybe they're right.
- Philip Carey: Do you like this drawing I did of you?
- Mildred Rogers: Not very flattering. I've had better. You're not the first, you know. I've been drawn by proper artists with letters after their name.
- Philip Carey: Yes, I'm sure.
- Mildred Rogers: It's a bit naughty, too.
- Philip Carey: Naughty?
- Mildred Rogers: Why, don't tell me you didn't know. You didn't draw it all from live, did you?
- Mildred Rogers: Why are you lookin' at me like that?
- Philip Carey: You're looking especially beautiful tonight.
- Mildred Rogers: That's because I'm bein' nice to ya.
- Philip Carey: Yes.
- Mildred Rogers: I remember a poem I learned in school once: There was a little girl, Who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead, And when she was nice, She was very, very nice
- Philip Carey, Mildred Rogers: And when she was bad
- Philip Carey: She was horrid.
- Mildred Rogers: You remember that to. Am I that little girl?
- Philip Carey: Sometimes. I've got a surprise for you.
- Mildred Rogers: What? I love surprises!
- Philip Carey: No, no. Later.
- Mildred Rogers: Oh. Well, why don't you take me some place where we can be alone.
- Philip Carey: Where?
- Mildred Rogers: Well, you can always take me back to your place.
- Philip Carey: To my place?
- Mildred Rogers: Don't you want me to?
- Philip Carey: Yes, of course. You are in a strange mood tonight, aren't you?
- Mildred Rogers: And when I'm nice, I am very, very nice.
- Griffiths: Well, at least you know where you stand with her, the bitch.
- Philip Carey: Do I?
- Griffiths: Well, you're not going to see her again, are you? Oh, help. Why don't you take some advice from dear old Uncle Grif: Love 'em and leave 'em." Don't get mixed up with 'em. They're not worth it. Not one of 'em.
- Philip Carey: Mildred is.
- Griffiths: Oh, come on.
- Philip Carey: You don't know her like I do, Grif..
- Griffiths: Look, she's as mean and selfish as they come.
- Griffiths: You amaze me, Philip. You really do. I mean, I would have thought your living in Paris and all that, you'd have more experience with women. I mean, every student in this hospital knows what she's like, except you. She's got you so damn twisted up, you can't even think straight. Your works going to Hell. She's a whore, Phil. All right, maybe she doesn't walk the streets; but, she doesn't have to.
- Philip Carey: Mildred, don't take what I'm going to say the wrong way. But, I know you have to have your flirtations. I don't think you're aware you're doing it half the time.
- Mildred Rogers: What are you talking about?
- Philip Carey: Maybe you can't even help it. But, don't humiliate me by going after Griffiths. It should only be embarrassing for both of us.
- Mildred Rogers: Going after Grif?
- Philip Carey: Well, you were flirting with him last night.
- Mildred Rogers: What do you mean? I was doing no such thing. I can't help it if he makes out for me, can I? Can't slap his face.
- Philip Carey: Do you think I care whether I'm a gentleman or not? What's so bloody special about that? If I were a gentleman, I wouldn't waste my time with a vulgar little tart like you!
- Mildred Rogers: You're so good to me. And I'm awful to you. Am I that awful?
- Philip Carey: No, you're just bearable.
- Philip Carey: Mildred.
- Mildred Rogers: [turns around] Always turnin' up like a bad penny, aren't ya.
- Philip Carey: Where do you live?
- Mildred Rogers: Want to go home with me, darlin'? Come on, then.
- Thorpe Athelny: And what about my daughter? She never kisses a boy, unless he's been here twice.
- Philip Carey: You better ask me again then.
- Sally Athelny: Why don't you come next Sunday?
- Thorpe Athelny: See what I mean. You're quite safe with her. She's no lady.
- Griffiths: She's on the streets, Phil. Someone saw her in Paddington last night. I always said she'd end up like that. Once a whore, always a whore.
- Thorpe Athelny: Women are never at ease with themselves when they get ideas. They work by instinct, you know.
- [points to his head]
- Thorpe Athelny: Anything up here confuses them.