- Claire: [reading out the letter written by Sophie] Dear Claire. "What" and "If" are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What... if? What, if? What *if*...? I don't know how your story ended, but if what you felt then was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feels like - a love to leave loved ones for, a love to cross oceans for - but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I'd have the courage to seize it. And, Claire, if you didn't, I hope one day that you will. All my love, Juliet.
- Charlie: Listen. Listen to me very carefully. I live in London, a gorgeous, vibrant, historic city that I happen to love living in. You live in New York, which is highly overrated... But since the Atlantic Ocean is a bit wide to cross every day, swimming, boating or flying, I suggest we flip for it... And if those terms are unacceptable, leaving London will be a pleasure, as long as you're waiting for me on the other side. 'Cause the truth is, I am Madly, Deeply, Truly, Passionately in Love with You.
- Sophie: [reading out Claire's letter] I didn't go to him, Juliet. I didn't go to Lorenzo. His eyes were so full of trust, I promised I'd meet him and run away together because my parents don't approve. But, instead, I left him waiting for me below our tree - waiting and wondering where I was. I'm in Verona now. I return to London in the morning and I am so afraid. Please, Juliet, tell me what I should do. My heart is breaking and I have no one else to turn to. Love, Claire.
- Claire: One of the great joys in life is having one's hair brushed.
- [Sophie closes her eyes blissfully]
- Charlie: [after the trio finds the grave of a man with the same name of "Lorenzo Bertoli", Charlie wants to give up the search for Lorenzo and is accusing Sophie for putting his grandmother Claire through pain] You're not here 'because you're some romantic who wants to believe in love lasting forever! You're here for the story. Here to see how it all ends! It doesn't matter to you if it's a happy ending or a sad ending as long as it's compelling, right? As long as there's drama.
- Sophie: You think that's true?
- Charlie: I'm just looking out for her!
- Sophie: No you're not! You're not walking away for her, you're walking away for you!
- Charlie: [angrily] She's dealt with enough grief in her life! She's lost her husband, her daughter and her son-in-law! Now, *you* come along and set her up to lose someone she already lost fifty years ago! But why should I expect you to anything? You don't know ANYTHING about loss!
- [Sophie stares at Charile, deeply hurt. She turns and walks away]
- Claire: [to Charlie] You're wrong.
- Charlie: What?
- Claire: That is very wrong, Charlie. She lost her mother.
- Charlie: It's different.
- Claire: It is. Her mother *chose* to leave her. You always knew that your parents loved you.
- Sophie: Do you know what you are? You are the Montagues and the Capulets.
- Charlie: Oh, you mean - oh well, at least l'm not Romeo.
- Sophie: That's the understatement of the century!
- Charlie: No, no, no, because you see, if l found the love of my life, l wouldn't stand there like an idiot whispering in a garden. l would just grab her from that blasted balcony and be done with it.
- Sophie: Do you believe in destiny?
- Charlie: Do you?
- Sophie: Do you have any advice?
- New Yorker Magazine Editor Bobby: I think you should buy stock in Alitalia... 'cause all the ladies are gonna flock to Verona.
- Builder: [as Sophie walks past, takes an interest in the pretty blonde] Hey sweetheart, can I help you carry your magazine?
- Sophie: Listen, this is my job. l find things. And through process of elimination and caveat emptor, which will require assembling a few more facts, we can narrow this down considerably.
- Charlie: Did Ms. Awesome For Real just use "caveat emptor"?
- Sophie: Oh, please, all right. l went to Brown. Double Major. Minor in Latin.
- Charlie: This is madness. lt's madness.
- Sophie: There are these women who call themselves the Secretaries of Juliet. They write letters to the people that write letters to Juliet.
- Claire: [to Charlie] How many Sophies do you think there are in the world? Don't wait sixty years like I did. Go, go!