- Mlle. Julie: Je t'aime bien, mon enfant... plus que tu ne crois. I love you, my child... more than you believe.
- Mlle. Cara: You don't love me, no one does !
- Mlle. Julie: Yes, Cara, I do love you. All I wish for you is that you be cured and well again.
- Mlle. Cara: No you don't ! You don't care if I live or die !
- Mlle. Julie: How unfair you are ! I have done everything to ensure you are comfortable and well looked-after !
- Mlle. Cara: Oh, you're so perfect ! Well I don't need you !
- Mlle. Julie: Cara, how can you say such an awful thing ?
- Mlle. Cara: Because it's true ! You steal them away from me ! I was counting on Olivia, but you stole her from me too ! Oh, I wish I were dead ! I just want to die !
- Mlle. Julie: But Cara, I would give my life for yours !
- Mlle. Cara: Your life, perhaps, but not your darling friends whose affections you have stolen away from me ! Laura, Olivia... but must you have them all !
- Mlle. Julie: Jamais, c'est un petit mot... tres court. Tu verras. Never is a small word, very short. You will see.
- Mlle. Julie: All my inmost joys have been spoilt, my deepest secrets, and now I must say goodbye to all that I have loved. Even to you, Olivia, even to you.
- Olivia Dealey: Tell me what it's like to be in love.
- Georgie: No, it's too horrible to talk about, too delightful to think about...
- Mlle. Julie: Can one of you tell me who Andromache was? Let's see? I cannot believe you are all so ignorant.
- Olivia Dealey: Andromache was Hector's wife.
- Mlle. Julie: Good. What's Orestes' father's name?
- Olivia Dealey: Agamemnon.
- Mlle. Julie: Good! Who was Pyrrhus?
- Olivia Dealey: Achilles' son.
- Mlle. Julie: And Hermione?
- Olivia Dealey: I don't know. I've never heard of her.
- Mlle. Julie: You'll hear about her tonight. And I hope you will never forget. You answered well. Sit here, beside me. Hermione is the daughter of Helen and Menelaus.
- Victoire - la cuisinière: What kind of school is divided into two sides? Yes, I've heard them. Between the Julists and the Carists.
- Victoire - la cuisinière: It was all laughs, races, kind words and sweet gestures. They were as joyous as their pupils. Never a reproach. Not one! And when they cried, my dear, they shed tears of joy. Who would believe it now? Now is now.
- [first lines]
- Victoire - la cuisinière: Olivia. That's an English name, of course. It doesn't mean much.
- Mlle. Julie: Your mother told me you were unhappy with Miss Tock.
- Olivia Dealey: It's true. I was unhappy.
- Mlle. Julie: Yet it is a Protestant school, like ours.
- Olivia Dealey: Oh no, Mademoiselle. I felt like a freak, a black sheep, an outcast.
- Mlle. Julie: Are you not exaggerating?
- Olivia Dealey: It was even worse.
- Mlle. Julie: Why? Tell me, Olivia.
- Olivia Dealey: They only spoke of temptations, traps, abysses opening before us. A lie, even a careless one, meant moral and spiritual death. No good deeds, good sentiments or sacrifices could save us, save the Grace of the Eternal. I could hardly count on it, coming from a family of free spirits.
- Olivia Dealey: Laura, do you love her?
- Laura Thomson: Who? Shelley?
- Olivia Dealey: No, Mademoiselle Julie.
- Laura Thomson: Strange question! I owe her everything. My father is so busy. She showed me what is most beautiful in life.
- Olivia Dealey: Yes, but tell me, Laura, does your heart beat when you see her? Does it stop when your hands touch? Does your throat close up when you speak to her?
- Laura Thomson: Really, Olivia, I feel none of that at all.
- Olivia Dealey: Then what?
- Laura Thomson: There's nothing else. I love her is all.
- Mlle. Julie: What are you reading so late?
- Olivia Dealey: "The Lake"
- Mlle. Julie: To learn it by heart?
- Olivia Dealey: I wanted to hear the sound of your voice.
- Mlle. Julie: "Stay thy flight, O time! And happy hours, Tread by slowly, Let us savor the swift pleasures, Of our fairest days" There. Now get some rest. Shut your eyes.
- [Mlle. Julie kisses Olivia's shut eye, Olivia grabs her hand and kisses it multiple times]
- Mlle. Julie: Come now, Olivia! You're too passionate, my dear. Good night.
- Mademoiselle (Hortense)Dubois: I had a dream last night. A dreadful dream. We were in Africa. In Black Africa, with cannibals, in a religious school lead by a missionary. He had a family likeness with Frau Riesener. And we were starving.
- Victoire - la cuisinière: And you ate the missionary.
- Mademoiselle (Hortense)Dubois: Victoire, listen! I was raised religiously.
- Mlle. Julie: You will never be beautiful per se, and yet lovely eyes, a lovely mouth, a lovely body. Grace, Olivia, is sometimes preferable.
- Mlle. Julie: God, I am so weary. I'm so tired. Everything's been ruined. My purest affections, my most secret thoughts. Now, I must bid farewell to all that I love.
- Mlle. Julie: You have been granted many gifts and true grace. It would be a shame to waste it in illusions.