Eliza Doolittle: The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated.
Professor Henry Higgins: There even are places where English completely disappears; in America they haven't used it for years.
Professor Henry Higgins: She's so deliciously low. So horribly dirty.
Eliza Doolittle: [singing] Lots of chocolate for me to eat! / Lots of coal makin' lots of heat / Warm face, warm hands, warm feet / Oh, wouldn't it be loverly?
Professor Henry Higgins: Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Eliza Doolittle: I ain't dirty! I washed my face and hands before I come, I did.
Professor Henry Higgins: Mother! Mrs. Higgins: What is it, Henry? What's happened? Professor Henry Higgins: [quietly, bewildered] She's gone. Mrs. Higgins: Well, of course, dear, what did you expect? Professor Henry Higgins: What... what am I to do? ...
Eliza Doolittle: [singing] I shall not feel alone without you, I can stand on my own without you. So go back in your shell, I can do bloody well without... Professor Henry Higgins: [singing] By George, I really did it, I did it, I did it! I said I'd ...
Mrs. Higgins: How ever did you learn good manners with my son around? Eliza Doolittle: It was very difficult. I should never have known how ladies and gentlemen really behaved, if it hadn't been for Colonel Pickering. He always showed what he thought...
Professor Henry Higgins: The French don't care what they do actually, as long as they pronounce it properly.
[last lines] Professor Henry Higgins: Eliza? Where the devil are my slippers?
Professor Henry Higgins: Eliza, you are to stay here for the next six months learning to speak beautifully, like a lady in a florist's shop. If you work hard and do as you're told, you shall sleep in a proper bedroom, have lots to eat, and money to b...
Freddy Eynsford-Hill: It's the new small talk. You do it so awfully well.
Mrs. Higgins: Henry! What a disagreeable surprise.
Professor Henry Higgins: By George, she's got it! By George she's got it! Now once again, where does it rain? Eliza Doolittle: [sings] On the plain, on the plain. Professor Henry Higgins: And where's that soggy plain? Eliza Doolittle: [sings] In Spai...
Eliza Doolittle: Come on, Dover! Come on, Dover! Move your bloomin' arse!
Professor Henry Higgins: All right, Eliza, say it again. Eliza Doolittle: The rine in spine sties minely in the pline. Professor Henry Higgins: [sighs] The *rain* in *Spain* stays *mainly* in the *plain*. Eliza Doolittle: Didn't ah sy that? Professor...
Professor Henry Higgins: Damn, damn, damn, DAMN! [astonished] Professor Henry Higgins: I've grown accustomed to her face! She almost makes the day begin! I've grown accustomed to the tune that she whistles night and noon. Her smiles, her frowns, her ...
