- Philip: I believe in nothing of what you've told me. I believe had I been here my cousin would still be alive. And I believe, whatever it cost him, in pain and suffering before he died, I will return with full measure upon a woman that caused it.
- Rachel: Now, who will join me in drinking this delicious port wine? Or, unless, of course, the men wish to retire to the next room while we smoke our pipes.
- Rachel: Or, I run out of money and am forced to give Italian lessons to the *bored* wives of the gentry.
- Philip: Oh, no-no. Only spinsters teach. Everybody knows that. And then only when no one will support them.
- Rachel: And what about widows?
- Philip: Widows? Ah, well, widows remarry as fast as they can. And if they can't do that, they just pawn their wedding rings.
- Rachel: Well, I think I would prefer to give Italian lessons.
- Philip: Yesterday, you seemed all down in the dumps.
- Louise: I'm amazed you noticed.
- Philip: We all did. I'm surprised the Pascoe girls didn't remark on it.
- Louise: Well, the Pascoe girls were probably far to busy remarking on something else.
- Philip: What?
- Louise: How easy it must be for a woman like your cousin Rachel to twist you around her little finger.
- Philip: [under his breath] Unbelievable bitch.
- Enrico Rainaldi: Hm?
- Philip: I said how much I was looking forward to seeing her.
- Enrico Rainaldi: Your cousin Rachel, Mr. Ashley, is a woman of very strong - impulse - and passion! Very strong. Do you understand?
- Rachel: Can't you let me be a person in my own right? A woman! Who's making her way in the world - as she wishes to!
- Kendall: They were notorious. Both him and her - for unbridled extravagance and, apparently, limitless appetite. Do you understand? Do you?
- Rachel: You are at the beginning of everything! A boy. How can I live with a boy - however lovely? Glorious puppy, wandering all around, miserable and wet nosed, looking for its mother. Drink. Drink.
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