Lady Russell: Captain Wentworth
Captain Wentworth: Lady Russell
Lady Russell: You, have an extraordinary ability to discompose my friend, sir.
Captain Wentworth: And you have an extraordinary ability to influence her, ma'am, for which I find it hard to forgive you.
Mr. Shepherd: Women without children are the very best preservers of furniture.
Captain Harvile: Poor Phoebe, she would not have forgotten him so soon. It was not in her nature.
Anne Elliot: It would not be in the nature of any woman who truly loved.
Captain Harvile: Do you claim that for your sex?
Anne Elliot: We do not forget you as soon as you forget us. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us. You always have business of some sort or other to take you back into the world.
Captain Harvile: I won't allow it to be any more man's nature than women's to be inconstant or to forget those they love or have loved. I believe the reverse. I believe... Let me just observe that all histories are against you, all stories, prose, and verse. I do not think I ever opened a book in my life which did not have something to say on women's fickleness.
Anne Elliot: But they were all written by men.
Captain Wentworth: I tried to forget you... I thought I had.
Anne Elliot: If I may, so long as the woman you love lives, and lives for you, all the privilege I claim for my own sex, and it is not a very enviable one - you need not covet it, is that of loving longest when all hope is gone.
Captain Wentworth: I come on business, Sir Walter.
Sir Walter Elliot: Business?
Captain Wentworth: Yes, my proposal of marriage to your daughter, Anne, has been accepted and I respectfully, sir, request permission to set a date.
Sir Walter Elliot: Anne? You want to marry Anne? Whatever for?
Anne Elliot: We do not forget you, so soon as you forget us.
Anne Elliot: You presume to know me very well, Mr Elliot.
Mr. Elliot: In my heart I know you intimately.
Mr Elliot: Have you thought any more about my offer?
Anne: What offer was that?
Mr Elliot: My offer to flatter and adore you all the days of your life.
Anne: I haven't had a moment, Mr Elliot, to turn my mind to it.
Henrietta Musgrove: Louisa is grown so severe, Mama, I wonder she shall want a ribbon in her hair at all. Give her a book of verse to hold instead!
Anne: Oh, why is the whole town suffering from this dreadful misapprehension that I shall marry him!
Mary Musgrove: Are you coming in, Henrietta, or is my cottage insufficiently grand for you?
Anne Elliot: Are you here for the concert?
Captain Wentworth: No, I am here for a lecture on navigation. Am I in the wrong place?
Captain Benwick: [Anne and Benwick are discussing poetry and he asks her which she prefers of two poems by Sir Walter Scott. Anne answers by quoting a line from the second poem. They then alternately recite the next few lines] Tell me, do you prefer "Marmion" or "The Lady of the Lake?"
Anne: "Like the dew on the mountain / Like the foam on the river /"
Captain Benwick: "Like the bubble on the fountain / Thou art gone /"
Anne: "and forever!"
Lady Russell: He had no fortune, no connections. It was entirely prudent of you to reject him.
Sir Walter Elliot: I strongly object to the Navy. It brings people of obscure birth into undue distinction and it cuts up a man's youth and vigor most horribly!
Admiral Croft: What do you say, Sophie, is Frederick ready to fall in love?
Mrs Croft: I think he's ready to make a very foolish match, George.
Mary Musgrove: It is so uncomfortable not having a carriage of one's own.
Captain Wentworth: Do the women often come shooting Charles?
Charles Musgrove: Not that often Frederick, no.
Elizabeth Elliot: When Captain Wentworth arrives you must not monopolise him. That's a very bad habit of yours.
Anne Elliot: But I so dislike Bath.
Lady Russell: Only because you associate it with the passing of your dear mother.
Mary Musgrove: Anne, why could you not have come sooner?
Anne Elliot: My dear Mary, I really have had so much to do.
Mary Musgrove: Do? What can you possibly have had to do?
Anne Elliot: A great many things I assure you.
Mary Musgrove: Well. Dear me.