Barbara Worth: I never could resist anything that belonged to somebody else.
Lord Kingsclere: He's very lucky with the weather. Must be depressing to be hanged on a damp day.
Barbara Worth: Why did you shoot that horse? I'd rather kill a man any day.
Kit Locksby: [to Barbara] For the rest of my life I shall find no other woman who can stir my pulse or tear at my eye strings as you do!
Hogarth: "Vanity of vanity, said the preacher. All is vanity." Ecclesiastes chapter one, verse two. Or is it three?
Barbara Worth: [of Caroline] Still the same self-sacrificing little ninny...
Barbara Worth: I want a house, children. All the things that I never thought would matter.