Humbert Humbert:
You know, I've missed you terribly.
Lolita Haze:
I haven't missed you. In fact, I've been revoltingly unfaithful to you.
Humbert Humbert:
Oh?
Lolita Haze:
But it doesn't matter a bit, because you've stopped caring anyway.
Humbert Humbert:
What makes you say I've stopped caring for you?
Lolita Haze:
Well, you haven't even kissed me yet, have you?
Charlotte Haze:
Do you believe in God?
Humbert Humbert:
The question is does God believe in me?
Lolita Haze:
Do you always have to shave twice a day?
Humbert Humbert:
Yes, of course, because all the best people shave twice a day.
Charlotte Haze:
Hum, you just touch me and I... I... I go as limp as a noodle. It scares me.
Humbert Humbert:
Yes, I know the feeling.
Clare Quilty:
She's a yellow belt. I'm a green belt. That's the way nature made it. What happens is, she throws me all over the place.
Swine:
She throws you all over the place?
Clare Quilty:
Yes. What she does, she gets me in a, sort of, thing called a sweeping ankle throw. She sweeps my ankles away from under me. I go down with one helluva bang.
Swine:
Doesn't it hurt?
Clare Quilty:
Well, I sort of lay there in pain, but I love it. I really love it. I lay there hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness. It's really the greatest.
Lolita Haze:
[
on her new husband] Dick's very sweet.
Humbert Humbert:
I want you to live with me and die with me and everything with me!
Lolita Haze:
'Fraid someone's gonna steal your ideas and sell 'em to Hollywood, huh?
Humbert Humbert:
[
to Charlotte Haze] We don't read other people's diaries now, do we?
Clare Quilty:
Listen, didn't you... didn't you have a daughter? Didn't you have a daughter with a lovely name? Yeah! A lovely... What was it now? A lovely, lyrical, lilting name, like, uh... uh...
Charlotte Haze:
Lo-li-ta!
Clare Quilty:
Lolita, that's right, Lolita. Diminutive of Dolores, "The Tears and the Roses."
Charlotte Haze:
Wednesday she's going to have a cavity filled by your Uncle Ivor.
Clare Quilty:
Yes. Hahahahaha... Yes.
Humbert Humbert:
Well it's nothing but she had an accident.
Clare Quilty:
Oh jee, she had an accident. Thats really terrible, I mean fancy a fellow's wife having... a normal guy having... his wife having an accident like that, w-what happened to her?
Humbert Humbert:
Uh, she was hit by a car.
Clare Quilty:
Jee, no wonder she's not here. Jee, you must feel pretty bad about it w-w-w-w-when uh e-w-what's happening, is she coming out later or something?
Humbert Humbert:
Well that was the understanding.
Clare Quilty:
What, in an ambulance? Hehehehe jee I'm sorry I-I-I-shouln't say... I get sorta carried away you know, being so normal and everything. I get sorta carried away you know being so normal and everything.
Charlotte Haze:
[
to Humbert] Oh, you MAN!
Charlotte Haze:
He is a writer and he is not be disturbed!
Lolita Haze:
[
makes the Nazi salute] Sieg heil!
Humbert Humbert:
What drives me insane is the twofold nature of this nymphet, of every nymphet perhaps, this mixture in my Lolita of tender, dreamy childishness and a kind of eerie vulgarity. I know it is madness to keep this journal, but it gives me a strange thrill to do so. And only a loving wife could decipher my microscopic script.
Lolita Haze:
Why don't we play a game?
Humbert Humbert:
A game? Come on. No, you get on to room service at once.
Lolita Haze:
No, really. I learned some real good games in camp. One in "particularly" was fun.
Humbert Humbert:
Well, why don't you describe this one in "particularly" good game?
Lolita Haze:
Well, I played it with Charlie.
Humbert Humbert:
Charlie? Who's he?
Lolita Haze:
Charlie? He's that guy you met in the office.
Humbert Humbert:
You mean that boy? You and he?
Lolita Haze:
Yeah. You sure you can't guess what game I'm talking about?
Humbert Humbert:
I'm not a very good guesser.
Lolita Haze:
[
whispers in his ear and giggles]
Humbert Humbert:
I don't know what game you played.
Lolita Haze:
[
whispers in his ear again] You mean you never played that game when you were a kid?
Humbert Humbert:
No.
Lolita Haze:
Alrighty then...
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