Susan Vance: You mean you want *me* to go home?
David Huxley: Yes.
Susan Vance: You mean you don't want me to help you any more?
David Huxley: No.
Susan Vance: After all the fun we've had?
David Huxley: Yes.
Susan Vance: And after all the things I've done for you?
David Huxley: That's what I mean.

[In jail]
Susan Vance: Anyway, David, when they find out who we are they'll let us out.
David Huxley: When they find out who *you* are they'll pad the cell.

Mrs. Random: Well who are you?
David Huxley: I don't know. I'm not quite myself today.
Mrs. Random: Well, you look perfectly idiotic in those clothes.
David Huxley: These aren't my clothes.
Mrs. Random: Well, where are your clothes?
David Huxley: I've lost my clothes!
Mrs. Random: But why are you wearing *these* clothes?
David Huxley: Because I just went gay all of a sudden!
Mrs. Random: Now see here young man, stop this nonsense. What are you doing?
David Huxley: I'm sitting in the middle of 42nd Street waiting for a bus.

[David discovers the leopard in Susan's bathroom]
David Huxley: Susan, you have to get out of this apartment!
Susan Vance: I can't, I have a lease.

[David and Susan have just discovered that Baby is missing]
David Huxley: Now don't lose your head, Susan.
Susan Vance: My what?
David Huxley: Don't lose your head!
Susan Vance: I've got my head, I've lost my leopard!

David Huxley: You don't understand: this is *my* car!
Susan Vance: Your golf ball, your running board, your car? Is there anything in the world that doesn't belong to you?
David Huxley: Yes, thank heavens, YOU!

[reading letter about new leopard]
Susan Vance: "He's three years old, gentle as a kitten, and likes dogs." I wonder whether Mark means that he eats dogs or is fond of them?

[reading letter about new leopard]
Susan Vance: "He's three years old, gentle as a kitten, and likes dogs." I wonder whether Mark means that he eats dogs or is fond of them?

David Huxley: Susan, is there any way to cross this stream?
Susan Vance: Oh, surely it's shallow. We can wade across.
[they both walk into the stream, then fall in after the floor drops off]
David Huxley: Oh, Susan...
Susan Vance: The riverbeds change!

• Eleanor: In a world where carpenters get resurrected, everything is possible.
  
  
• Eleanor: You look fit. War agrees with you. I keep informed; I follow all your slaughters from a distance. Do sit down.
  Prince Richard: Is this an audience... a good night hug with kisses... or an ambush?
  Eleanor: Let's hope it's a reunion.
  
  
• Eleanor: Henry?
  Henry II: Hmmm?
  Eleanor: I have a confession.
  Henry II: Yes?
  Eleanor: I don't much like our children!
  
  
• Eleanor: [to her jewelry] I'd hang you from the nipples, but you'd shock the children.
  
  
• Eleanor: Henry's bed is Henry's province, he can people it with sheep for all I care... which on occasion he has done.
  
  
• Eleanor: How dear of you to let me out of prison.
  Henry II: It's only for the holidays.
  
  
• Eleanor: Henry
  Henry II: Madam
  Eleanor: Did you ever love me?
  Henry II: No
  Eleanor: Good. That will make this pleasanter.
  
  
• Prince John: A knife! He's got a knife!
  Eleanor: Of course he has a knife, he always has a knife, we all have knives! It's 1183 and we're barbarians! How clear we make it. Oh, my piglets, we are the origins of war: not history's forces, nor the times, nor justice, nor the lack of it, nor causes, nor religions, nor ideas, nor kinds of government, nor any other thing. We are the killers. We breed wars. We carry it like syphilis inside. Dead bodies rot in field and stream because the living ones are rotten. For the love of God, can't we love one another just a little - that's how peace begins. We have so much to love each other for. We have such possibilities, my children. We could change the world.