Lucy Honeychurch:
Mother doesn't like me playing Beethoven. She says I'm always peevish afterwards.
Revered Beebe:
I can see how one might be... stirred up.
George Emerson:
My father says that there is only one perfect view, that of the sky over our heads.
Cecil Vyse:
I suspect your father has been reading too much Dante.
Charlotte Bartlett:
I shall never forgive myself.
Lucy Honeychurch:
You always say that, Charlotte. And then you always do forgive yourself.
Mr. Emerson:
I don't care what I see outside. My vision is within! Here is where the birds sing! Here is where the sky is blue!
Charlotte Bartlett:
We all have our little foibles, and mine is the prompt settling of accounts.
George Emerson:
He's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession, something to look at, like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn't love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms. It's our last chance...
Freddy Honeychurch:
Why does she always look like that?
Lucy Honeychurch:
Like what?
Freddy Honeychurch:
[
imitating Charlotte] Charlotte Bartlett.
Lucy Honeychurch:
Because, Freddy, she IS Charlotte Bartlett.
Cecil Vyse:
You must forgive me if I say stupid things. My brain has gone to pieces.
Lucy Honeychurch:
I have to go. They trust me.
Mr. Emerson:
Why should they, when you deceived everyone, including yourself?
Charlotte Bartlett:
I would like to thank your father personally for his kindness to us.
George Emerson:
You can't. He's in his bath.
Cecil Vyse:
You DO love me, little thing!
Lucy Honeychurch:
He has misbehaved from the first. In fact, he has behaved abominably.
Mr. Emerson:
Not abominably. He only tried when he should not have tried.
The Reverend Mr. Eager:
Remember the facts about this church of Santa Croce; how it was built by faith in the full fervour of medievalism.
Mr. Emerson:
Built by faith indeed! That simply means the workers weren't paid properly.
Freddy Honeychurch:
[
meeting George for the first time] Come and have a bathe.
George Emerson:
I should like that.
Revered Beebe:
[
laughs] That's the best introduction I've ever heard. "How do you do. Come and have a bathe."
Cecil Vyse:
I have no profession. My attitude - quite indefensible - is that, if I trouble no one, I may do as I like. It is, I dare say, an example of my decadence.
Mr. Emerson:
Women like looking at a view. Men don't.
Revered Beebe:
It's not coincidental that you're here now, when one comes to reflect on it.
George Emerson:
I *have* reflected. It's fate. Everything is fate.
Revered Beebe:
You've not reflected at all. Let me cross-examine you. Where did you meet Mr. Vyse, who will marry Miss Honeychurch?
George Emerson:
The National Gallery.
Revered Beebe:
Looking at Italian art! You see, you talk of coincidence and fate. You're naturally drawn to things Italian, as are we and all our friends, aren't we Freddy? That narrows the field immeasurably.
George Emerson:
It is fate. But call it Italy if pleases you Vicar.
In Florence - Eleanor Lavish, a novelist:
A young girl, transfigured by Italy! And why shouldn't she be transfigured? It happened to the Goths!
Sir Harry Otway, a landlord:
The train service has improved!
Cecil Vyse:
I always travel by balloon.
Mr. Emerson:
You love George. You love the boy body and soul.
Lucy Honeychurch:
[
crying] But of course I do. What did you all think?
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