Leon Tallis: Guess who we met on the way in. Cecilia Tallis: Robbie. Leon Tallis: Told him to join us tonight. Cecilia Tallis: Oh, Leon, you didn't!
Cecilia Tallis: Come back. Come back to me.
Tommy Nettle: No one speaks the fucking lingo out here. You can't say 'pass the biscuit' or 'where's me hand grenade?', they just shrug. Cause they hate us too. I mean, that's the point. We fight in France and the French fucking hate us. Make me Home...
Cecilia Tallis: [to Robbie] My darling, Briony found my address somehow and sent a letter. The first surprise was she didn't go up to Cambridge. She's doing nurse's training at my old hospital. I think she may be doing this as some kind of penance. S...
Robbie Turner: I won't say a word. Robbie Turner: Wake me before 7:00, would you? Thanks so much. Robbie Turner: You won't hear another word from me. Promise.
Leon Tallis: What do you say, Cee? Does the hot weather make you behave badly? Good heavens, you're blushing. Cecilia Tallis: Just hot in here, that's all.
Robbie Turner: ...if all we have rests in a few moments in a library three and a half years ago, then I don't know... I don't... Cecilia Tallis: Robbie... look at me. Look at me. Come back. Come back to me.
Tommy Nettle: Never trust a sailor on dry land.
[first lines] Briony Tallis, aged 13: I finished my play.
Fiona Maguire: It says in the newspaper the army are making "strategic withdrawals." Briony - 18 years old: Yes, I saw that. It's a euphemism for "retreat."
Briony Tallis, aged 13: Yes. I saw him. I saw him with my own eyes.
Cecilia Tallis: [Referring to Paul Marshall] I suppose he's what you might call "eligible." Leon Tallis: Rather. Cecilia Tallis: He certainly seems to think he's the cat's pajamas. Which is odd, considering he has pubic hair growing out of his ears. ...
Briony Tallis, aged 13: Prologue. Briony Tallis, aged 13: This is the tale of spontaneous Arabella, Briony Tallis, aged 13: Who ran away with an extrinsic fellow. Briony Tallis, aged 13: It grieved her parents to see their firstborn Briony Tallis, ag...
Briony Tallis, aged 13: Lola, can I tell you something? Something really terrible? Lola Quincey: Yes please. Briony Tallis, aged 13: What's the worst word you can possibly imagine?
Pierrot Quincey: When can we go home? Lola Quincey: Soon. Jackson Quincey: We can't go, it's a divorce. Lola Quincey: [shaking him] How dare you say that! Don't you ever ever use that word again, do you understand?
Briony Tallis, aged 13: How can you hate plays?
Sister Drummond: Now go and wash the blood off your face.
Briony - 18 years old: There is no Briony.
