You are an atrocious person! Since the day I met you I have become steadily more depraved.

My dear girl, don't talk nonsense to me! You're lazy, that's all that's wrong with you. Why don't you take up social work?

Only trust me! You have fallen into a fit of despondency and there is not the least need! In fact, nothing could be more fatal, in any predicament! It encourages one to suppose that there is nothing to be done, when a little resolution is all that is wanted to bring matters to a happy conclusion.

When fate is got it in for you, there is no limit to what you may have to put up with.

You may have married her, but she is mine. Do you think I shall let you take her? She may be ten times your wife, but, by God, you shall never have her.

My dear girl, you don't consent to an abduction! You consent to an elopement, and I knew you wouldn't do that.

I do not want a boy. I only want Monseigneur!