- Elizabeth Hamilton: Won't you tell me the truth?
- John Andrew MacDonald: This is the truth. If you want to stop living in the present you can reach into the past but you'll never get back what you lost. You only lose what you have.
- John Andrew MacDonald: Would you take away the father he has, only to tell him his real father is dead, and leave him with no father at all?
- John Andrew MacDonald: The Nazis call it a New Order. Supermen and slave people. Actually, they're just trying to bring back the Middle Ages. Trying to remake the past.
- Drew Hamilton: Why should anyone want to hold back the future?
- John Andrew MacDonald: Because the whole idea of the future is a fuller, richer life for more people. These fellows are afraid that more for the many means less for the few. So, they try to put back the clock.
- John Andrew MacDonald: When the Nazis came and took over, they found that Margaret's father was a stubborn man. He had the idea that a doctor is dedicated to humanity and that when a man calls to bind up his wounds, he does not let him bleed while he questions his political beliefs.
- John Andrew MacDonald: Let me love you in my own way.
- Elizabeth Hamilton: Let you love me in your own crazy way.
- Dr. Ludwig: You give me no choice. I must help you to make this very terrible mistake. Yours is a great love - and you are doing it a great wrong.
- Dr. Ludwig: For me, you are not only a man, you are mankind. You do not want to live. Very well. But, what I learn from you will one day help me to heal men who do want to live.
- John Andrew MacDonald: I want to die. To die.
- John Andrew MacDonald: Give me something to finish it, won't you?
- Dr. Ludwig: Oh, I...
- John Andrew MacDonald: That's not much to ask.
- Dr. Ludwig: You must be quiet.
- John Andrew MacDonald: At home they'd shoot a dog that had been smashed by a truck. Why don't you let me die?
- Dr. Ludwig: Life can still be good.
- John Andrew MacDonald: You mean, I have my eyes, but, no face.
- Dr. Ludwig: My friend, there's such a thing as plastic surgery. We can give you a face. But, what we cannot give you - is a name.
- John Andrew MacDonald: Stop asking me who I am and do what you please with me. Give me any name you like.
- Elizabeth Hamilton: His father was born in Scotland. Once we went to a fancy dress party and I made him wear kilts. He hated it. He looked so handsome.
- Drew Hamilton: We'll all have a game. You too, Liz.
- Elizabeth Hamilton: It's too hot and don't call me Liz.
- Brian Hamilton: Oh, come on, Liz.
- Elizabeth Hamilton: Now look, one of you being fresh is enough.
- Aunt Jessica Hamilton: I'm trying to make up for a misspent youth. I was brought up in an age when women weren't supposed to do anything that gave them any pleasure.
- Aunt Jessica Hamilton: What must you think of us? I promise you we're not all savages; even if this party does sound like an Indian pow-wow.
- John Andrew MacDonald: I can't get over the feeling that I'm in a dream. The music, the dancing, the gay young people.
- Elizabeth Hamilton: Europeans all think that they have to flatter American women. We're supposed to have a youth complex, aren't we.
- Drew Hamilton: I don't want to stir up any difference of opinion between mother and dad. They're both so swell and happy together that naturally you avoid anything that might spoil that.
- Drew Hamilton: You should listen in when we get together at the frat house. We do a lot of talking - and thinking too.
- Drew Hamilton: When a new world is being born, nothing can stop it - and that's what's happening. A new world is being born. You have to make up your mind. Do you want to help it along or hold it back?
- Elizabeth Hamilton: Every time I look at you I think to myself, a man like you killed my husband.
- John Andrew MacDonald: That's quite true.
- John Andrew MacDonald: You, yourself are not free. You're chained to the past. And the past, with all its good - and its bad, is beyond our reach. Its gone. All gone. We must learn to forget it. You and I. And all of us. The world. We must live for tomorrow. Because - tomorrow is forever.
- Elizabeth Hamilton: Its warm for October. John loved this time of year. We used to take long walks in the woods. I can still feel the crunch of the leaves under our feet and smell that smoky haze that hung over everything.
- Elizabeth Hamilton: I'd rather you didn't come here anymore. You bring something into this house which is unwelcome.