Rachel Weisz credited as playing...
- Rachel: Now, who will join me in drinking this delicious port wine? Or, unless, of course, the men wish to retire to the next room while we smoke our pipes.
- Rachel: Or, I run out of money and am forced to give Italian lessons to the *bored* wives of the gentry.
- Philip: Oh, no-no. Only spinsters teach. Everybody knows that. And then only when no one will support them.
- Rachel: And what about widows?
- Philip: Widows? Ah, well, widows remarry as fast as they can. And if they can't do that, they just pawn their wedding rings.
- Rachel: Well, I think I would prefer to give Italian lessons.
- Philip: What is it?
- Rachel: Tisane. It's Italian... tea infusions made from these herbs. Here, try. Try.
- [Hands him the cup]
- Philip: [Takes a tentative sip from the cup] It's, em, disgusting.
- Rachel: [laughs] It's good for you. Good for the health.
- Rachel: The butter's - melting. You better lick your fingers.
- Rachel: I'll open the window before I go to bed.
- Philip: Then, the rain will come in and spoil the new carpet.
- Rachel: How pernickety you are.
- Philip: I thought you lots worried about things like that.
- Rachel: You lots?
- Philip: Women.
- Rachel: Only when they have nothing else to worry about.
- Rachel: All this was his passion. So, I made it my passion too.
- Philip: Everyone will be gawking at you.
- Rachel: Then I shall just gawk back.
- Rachel: How would you define it? Our femininity? Mrs. Pascoe's and mine?
- Philip: God knows. All I know is I like looking at you; but, I don't like looking at Mrs. Pascoe.
- Rachel: Can't you let me be a person in my own right? A woman! Who's making her way in the world - as she wishes to!
- Rachel: Don't you see, if I had wanted your money, I would have asked you for it!
- Philip: Good night.
- Rachel: Good night.
- Philip: And I hope you'll sleep.
- Rachel: You too.
- Philip: And not be angry with me.
- Rachel: I wasn't angry with you, Phillip. Come here. Bend down.
- [she gives him a kiss]
- Rachel: Now, go to bed like a good boy. Go. Go!
- Rachel: Why should women suffer in childbirth? Is it simply their destiny to do so?
- Philip: I never thought about it.
- Rachel: No. Of course, you haven't. You know nothing about women.
- Rachel: I have known shame in my life. Terrible shame. But *this*, is the worst!
- Rachel: I wanted you to enjoy it, I wanted to thank you.
- Philip: For what?
- Rachel: For what? For everything! For being so kind to me. For the jewels. Or, did you - did you - did you think you had bought me?
- Rachel: Don't close the door. After last night, I cannot be alone with you.
- Philip: Please don't do this.
- Rachel: I don't feel safe with you.
- Philip: I beg you.
- Rachel: You are at the beginning of everything! A boy. How can I live with a boy - however lovely? Glorious puppy, wandering all around, miserable and wet nosed, looking for its mother. Drink. Drink.
- Rachel: Why shouldn't I have a life of my own? And make a life for myself? And do as I please!
