A Room with a View
1985
Lucy Honeychurch: Mother doesn't like me playing Beethoven. She says I'm always peevish afterwards. Revered Beebe: I can see how one might be... stirred up.
George Emerson: My father says that there is only one perfect view, that of the sky over our heads. Cecil Vyse: I suspect your father has been reading too much Dante.
Charlotte Bartlett: I shall never forgive myself. Lucy Honeychurch: You always say that, Charlotte. And then you always do forgive yourself.
Mr Emerson: I don't care what I see outside. My vision is within! Here is where the birds sing! Here is where the sky is blue!
Charlotte Bartlett: We all have our little foibles, and mine is the prompt settling of accounts.
George Emerson: He's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you as a possession, something to look at, like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn't love you.
Freddy Honeychurch: Why does she always look like that? Lucy Honeychurch: Like what? Freddy Honeychurch: (imitating Charlotte) Charlotte Bartlett. Lucy Honeychurch: Because, Freddy, she IS Charlotte Bartlett.
Cecil Vyse: You must forgive me if I say stupid things. My brain has gone to pieces.
Lucy Honeychurch: I have to go. They trust me. Mr Emerson: Why should they, when you deceived everyone, including yourself?
Charlotte Bartlett: I would like to thank your father personally for his kindness to us. George Emerson: You can't. He's in his bath.
Cecil Vyse: You DO love me, little thing!
Lucy Honeychurch: He has misbehaved from the first. In fact, he has behaved abominably. Mr Emerson: Not abominably. He only tried when he should not have tried.
The Reverend Mr Eager: Remember the facts about this church of Santa Croce; how it was built by faith in the full fervour of medievalism. Mr Emerson: Built by faith indeed! That simply means the workers weren't paid properly.