Laura: We are creatures of compromise, you and I.
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Mabel: To look at a thing is quite different from seeing a thing, and one does not see anything until one sees its beauty.
Lord Arthur Goring: To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
Lord Arthur Goring: Excuse me a moment. I'm in the middle of my performance of the attentive son.
Laura: Wonderful woman, Lady Markby, isn't she? Talks more and says less than anybody I ever met.
Laura: An acquaintance that begins with a compliment is sure to develop into a real friendship.
Gertrude: We have, all of us, feet of clay, Robert. Women as well as men.
Lord Arthur Goring: Phipps, a well-made buttonhole is the only link between art and nature.
Sir Robert Chiltern: Allow me to introduce my dearest friend, the idlest man in London.
Laura: You are a man of the world and you have your price, I suppose. Everybody has nowadays.
Mabel: I could see by the glare in his eye he was about to do it again!
Baron Arnheim: The answer - is information. Information is the modern commodity that can shake the world.
Gertrude: I thank you for your sympathy, but it is your departure I would prefer.
Laura: I appear to have caused something of a commotion.
Laura: For the privilege of being your wife, I am ready to sacrifice the greatest prize in my possession.
Laura: We are creatures of compromise, you and I.
Laura: You see, I'm not really quite as wicked as you suppose.
Lord Arthur Goring: The fact is your assumptions are presumptuous.
Gertrude: You know Laura, I can't help thinking that all this is about you and I
Mabel: To look at a thing is quite different from seeing a thing, and one does not see anything until one sees its beauty.
Lord Arthur Goring: To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
Lord Arthur Goring: Excuse me a moment. I'm in the middle of my performance of the attentive son.
Laura: Wonderful woman, Lady Markby, isn't she? Talks more and says less than anybody I ever met.
Laura: An acquaintance that begins with a compliment is sure to develop into a real friendship.
Gertrude: We have, all of us, feet of clay, Robert. Women as well as men.
Lord Arthur Goring: Phipps, a well-made buttonhole is the only link between art and nature.
Lord Caversham: What are you doing here, sir? Wasting your time, as usual? Lord Arthur Goring: My dear father, when one pays a visit, it is for the purpose of wasting other people's time and not one's own.
Mabel: You are very late! Lord Arthur Goring: Have you missed me? Mabel: Awfully! Lord Arthur Goring: Then I am sorry I did not stay away longer. I like being missed. Mabel: How very selfish of you! Lord Arthur Goring: I am very selfish. Mabel: Lord Goring, you are always telling me about your bad qualities. Lord Arthur Goring: I haven't told you half of them as yet, Miss Mabel. Mabel: Really? Are the others very bad? Lord Arthur Goring: Quite dreadful! When I think of them at night, I go to sleep at once.
Lord Caversham: I don't know how you stand society. A lot of damned nobodies talking about nothing. Lord Arthur Goring: I love talking about nothing, Father. It's the only thing I know anything about. Lord Caversham: That is a paradox, sir. I hate paradoxes. Lord Arthur Goring: So do I, Father. Everyone one meets is a paradox nowadays. It makes society so - obvious.
Gertrude: Yes, Arthur, it is Robert himself who wishes to retire from public life. Lord Arthur Goring: Rather than risk losing your love, he would do anything. Has he not been punished enough? Gertrude: We've both been punished. I set him up too high. Lord Arthur Goring: Do not set him down now too low.
Lord Caversham: Now, if you don't make her an ideal husband, I'll cut you off with a shilling. Mabel: An ideal husband? Oh, I don't think I should like that. Lord Caversham: What do you want him to be then, my dear? Mabel: I think he can be whatever he chooses. Lord Caversham: You don't deserve her, sir. Lord Arthur Goring: My dear father, if we men married the women we deserved... we should have a very bad time of it.
Lord Arthur Goring: I love you... I love you. Mabel: Is that your reason then? Lord Arthur Goring: Mmm. Mabel, I said... Mabel: I know. Lord Arthur Goring: Well? Couldn't you you love me just a little bit in return? Mabel: Arthur, you silly! If you knew anything about anything, which you don't, you would know that I absolutely adore you. Lord Arthur Goring: Really? Mabel: Mmm. Lord Arthur Goring: Well, why didn't you say anything before? Mabel: Because, dear boy, you never would have believed me.
Countess: Aren't you going to congratulate me? Lord Arthur Goring: Congratulations. Countess: Aren't you going to ask what for? Lord Arthur Goring: What for? Countess: I've made a great decision. I've decided to get married. Lord Arthur Goring: My God! Who to? Countess: That part is yet to be decided.
Sir Robert Chiltern: I will give you any sum of money you want. Laura: Even you are not rich enough to buy back your past. No man is.
Lord Arthur Goring: My dear Mrs. Cheveley, I should make you a very bad husband. Laura: I don't mind bad husbands. I've had two. They amused me immensely.
Tommy Trafford: Miss Mabel, I hope you'll be able to make our usual appointment, as I have something very particular I wish to say to you. Good day, ladies. Mabel: When Tommy wants to be romantic, he talks to one just like a doctor.
Sir Robert Chiltern: Anyway, what's that saying about the sea and there being plenty of fish in it? Lord Arthur Goring: Ah, yes, but I couldn't possibly marry a fish. I'd be sure to land an old trout.
Laura: We were quite well suited, as I recall. Lord Arthur Goring: Well, you were poor, I was rich, it must have suited you very well. And then you met the Baron, who was even richer. And that suited you better. Laura: Have you forgiven me yet? Lord Arthur Goring: My dear woman, it's been so long, I'd all but forgotten you.
Lord Arthur Goring: Shouldn't you be in bed, Miss Mabel? Mabel: Lord Goring! Lord Arthur Goring: My father always tells me to go to bed, so I don't see why I shouldn't give you the same advice. I always pass on good advice. It is the only sensible thing to do with it. Mabel: Well, it's very kind of you to offer, Lord Goring.
Lord Arthur Goring: I am glad you have called. I am going to give you some advice. Laura: Oh pray, don't. One should never give a woman something that she can't wear in the evening.
Sir Robert Chiltern: You could always get married. Lord Arthur Goring: It's the "always" bit that alarms me.
Laura: As a betting man, you must concede there is a certain thrill to it. Consider also how elegantly I've moved from proposal to proposition. Lord Arthur Goring: With hardly any loss of face. I'm most impressed, indeed.
Lord Arthur Goring: There's somebody I want you to talk to. Lord Caversham: What about? Lord Arthur Goring: About me, sir. Lord Caversham: Not a subject on which much eloquence is possible.
Laura: I want to talk to you about a great political and financial scheme, about this Argentine Canal Company, in fact. Sir Robert Chiltern: What a tedious, practical subject for you to talk about Mrs. Cheveley! Laura: Oh, I like tedious, practical subjects. What I don't like are tedious, practical people.
Sir Robert Chiltern: Is it fair that some act of youthful folly should be brought up against me now - all these years later? Is it fair? Lord Arthur Goring: Robert, life is never fair! Perhaps it's a good thing for most of us that it is not.
Mabel: Do you have anything you wish to say to me, Lord Goring? Lord Arthur Goring: Um. No. No, I don't think so. Mabel: Then I don't want to hear it. Good night.
Sir Robert Chiltern: My God! What brought you into my life? Laura: Circumstances. At some point, we all have to pay for what we do. You have to pay now.
Lord Arthur Goring: Bit of a long day today, I'm afraid. Distressingly little time for sloth or idleness. Phipps: Sorry to hear it, sir. Lord Arthur Goring: Well, not entirely your fault, Phipps. Not this time.
Laura: And so, my dear Arthur, are you not just a little bit pleased to see me? Lord Arthur Goring: Oh, my dear woman, possibly even less than that. Laura: Should you wish to avoid me entirely, I am at Claridge's until Friday, when I shall return to Vienna.
Mabel: Well, I must tell you that I like your bad qualities and I would not have you part with a single one. Lord Arthur Goring: It shows your admirable good taste.
Gertrude: I thank you for your sympathy, but it is your departure I would prefer.
Laura: You see, I'm not really quite as wicked as you suppose.
