Eva Dahlbeck credited as playing...
Desiree Armfeldt
- Desiree Armfeldt: Why don't you write your memoirs?
- Mrs. Armfeldt: My dear daughter, I was given this estate for promising not to write my memoirs.
- Mrs. Armfeldt: Your father once threw me out of a window.
- Desiree Armfeldt: Was it open?
- Mrs. Armfeldt: No, closed. I fell straight into a lieutenant colonel. He later became your father.
- Desiree Armfeldt: You said my father threw you out.
- Mrs. Armfeldt: He became your father later, I said. Aren't you listening? My God I loved him so!
- Desiree Armfeldt: Which one?
- Mrs. Armfeldt: The one who threw me out the window, of course. The other one was a dolt. He never could do anything amusing.
- Desiree Armfeldt: For once, I was truly innocent.
- Mrs. Armfeldt: It must have been early in the evening.
- Desiree Armfeldt: Love is a perpetual juggling of three balls, the names of which are heart, words and loins. How easy it is to juggle these three balls, and how easy to drop one of them.
- Desiree Armfeldt: I hit him on the head with the poker.
- Mrs. Armfeldt: What did the Count say then?
- Desiree Armfeldt: We elected to part amicably.
- Desiree Armfeldt: We all know that each man has his dignity. We women have the right to commit manifold sins against husbands, lovers and sons, excepting one: to offend their dignity. If we do so, we are foolish and must bear the consequences. Rather, we should make of a man's dignity our foremost ally and caress it, soothe it, speak fondly to it and handle it as our dearest toy. Only then do we have a man in our hands, at our feet, or wherever else we want him at that particular moment.