John Harmon: Since Miss Wilfer rejected me, I have never again urged my suit with a spoken syllable or look. But I have never changed in my devotion for her, except that it is deeper than it was and better founded.

Mr. Nicodemus Boffin: I already have in my employ a literary man with a wooden leg.

John: She is so trivial. So capricious. So mercenary. And yet, she is so beautiful.

Lizzie Hexam: Will you walk beside me and not touch me, Mr. Wrayburn?

Mrs. Wilfer: Let it never be said that I condone the talking to of strangers in the park!

John: My dear girl! My gallant, courageous and noble Bella. You are my love?
Bella Wilfer: Well, I suppose I am, if you think me worth taking.

Bradley Headstone: You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any disgrace.

John Harmon: (Narrating) This is John Harmon drowning. John Harmon is drowning!

Betty Higden: Take him as a gift, for I love him. And I could never sell that love.

Mortimer Lightwood: I'm horribly awake. Eugene I can't lose sight of that fellow's face.
Eugene Wrayburn: I can.

John Rokesmith: You are wonderfully mistaken!

Bella Wilfer: You even play the mysterious stranger in private, Mr Rokesmith.

Charley Hexam: You will not bring me down!
Lizzie Hexam: Charley, how can you say these words?
Charley Hexam: You're a bad girl, and a false sister, and I've done with you. I've done with you forever!

John Rokesmith: We will make the train if we walk swiftly... you look rather serious, Miss Wilfer.
Bella Wilfer: I feel rather serious.

Eugene Wrayburn: (Speaking about his father) What's more, he continually berates me for my lack of energy. But, give me something to be energetic about, and my God I'll show him energy!

(When asked if Harmon was dead when they found him)
Charley Hexam: As dead as the Pharoah's multitude that were drowned in the Red Sea! If Lazarus was half as far gone, that was the greatest of miracles.

Bradley Headstone: I don't like the way you address me, sir.
Eugene Wrayburn: Oh, well then I won't.
Bradley Headstone: You think no more of me than the dirt under your feet.
Eugene Wrayburn: I assure you, Schoolmaster, I don't think about you.

Bradley Headstone: Sir, my name is Bradley Headstone.
Eugene Wrayburn: Your name does not concern me.

Mr. Nicodemus Boffin: Well now, Wegg. I'm sorry that me and Mrs. Boffin can't have a higher opinion of you.

Lady Tippins: To lose the ward and the secretary in one afternoon, that was extremely imprudent of Mr. Boffin. What is worse: Miss Bella Wilfer and the Rokesmith fellow have run off together. Oh really, Mortimer! When you know the man needs counsel.
Mortimer Lightwood: I hardly see how I am to blame. When two people are inclined to run off together, a lawyer is the last person to prevent it.