(She crosses to the bureau.) See, here's my rouge--eye pencils.
HE: I didn't know you were that way.
SHE: What did you expect?
HE: I thought you'd be sort of--sort of--sexless, you know, swim and play golf.
SHE: Oh, I do--but not in business hours.
HE: Business?
SHE: Six to two--strictly.
HE: I'd like to have some stock in the corporation.
SHE: Oh, it's not a corporation--it's just "Rosalind, Unlimited." Fifty-one shares, name, good-will, and everything goes at $25,000 a year.
HE: (Disapprovingly) Sort of a chilly proposition.
SHE: Well, Amory, you don't mind--do you?
When I meet a man that doesn't bore me to death after two weeks, perhaps it'll be different.
HE: Odd, you have the same point of view on men that I have on women.
SHE: I'm not really feminine, you know--in my mind.
HE: (Interested) Go on.
SHE: No, you--you go on--you've made me talk about myself.

That's against the rules.
HE: Rules?
SHE: My own rules--but you--Oh, Amory, I hear you're brilliant.

The family expects _so_ much of you.
HE: How encouraging! SHE: Alec said you'd taught him to think.

Did you?
I didn't believe any one could.
HE: No.

I'm really quite dull.
(He evidently doesn't intend this to be taken seriously.) SHE: Liar.
HE: I'm--I'm religious--I'm literary.