(She cries a little and rising from the couch goes to the armchair.) I've felt all afternoon that things were worse.
I nearly went wild down at the office--couldn't write a line.

Tell me everything.
ROSALIND: There's nothing to tell, I say.

I'm just nervous.
AMORY: Rosalind, you're playing with the idea of marrying Dawson Ryder.
ROSALIND: (After a pause) He's been asking me to all day.
AMORY: Well, he's got his nerve! ROSALIND: (After another pause) I like him.
AMORY: Don't say that.

It hurts me.
ROSALIND: Don't be a silly idiot.

You know you're the only man I've ever loved, ever will love.
AMORY: (Quickly) Rosalind, let's get married--next week.
ROSALIND: We can't.
AMORY: Why not?
ROSALIND: Oh, we can't.