- Ian: Why does he suddenly want Lucy to come here?
- Diana: Maybe it was Lucy who wanted to come. Now she's here - stranded with us old fogies
- Ian: Speak for yourself.
- Diana: I'm sure she'd rather be out chasing boys around on the beach somewhere.
- Ian: She seemed rather serious to me.
- Diana: Or, being chased. Nineteen is all about boys.
- M. Guillaume: Naughty, naughty boys. I bet they're being very naughty.
- Miranda: I'm sure they've gone beyond naughty by now.
- Niccoló Donati: So, Lucy Harmon, how long are you staying and what do you think of Italy and when are you going to come to our house and see how real Italians live and change your life forever?
- Lucy: Its easier to stay alone.
- Alex: Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, you can't have decided that at your age.
- Lucy: I haven't decided.
- Alex: You're in need of a ravisher!
- Lucy: I'm waiting.
- Alex: Lucy, Lucy, Lucy...
- Lucy: Will you stop saying that!
- Alex: You're scared. What is it you're scared of? There's something else, isn't there? I can see. You seem to be...
- Lucy: ...stoned.
- [chuckles]
- Lucy: I'm going to bed.
- Miranda: I decided I had to get rid of it one summer before school. I ended up doing it with the same guy my best friend did it with. He was the local... deflowerer...
- Christopher: I remember that guy! Oh, Miranda, he was repulsive!
- Michele Lisca: This is the book.
- Noemi: "Adolphe" by Benjamin Constant.
- Michele Lisca: It's all about ideals and passion.
- Noemi: Ah, a fairy tale!
- Michele Lisca: Read it.
- Alex: Well, thank you for being so *fucking* helpful!
- Diana: Miranda, you wouldn't stop.
- Miranda: Me? It wasn't just *me.*
- Ian: Or us.
- Alex: Oh, she's *searching* for something. With those long hands she can barely control, and... *curiosity.* Oh, a little bit frightened. It reminds me so much of... me, somehow.
- [makes dismissive gesture, goes off on his way]