Colonel Hugh Pickering: [on telephone to Scotland Yard] No, she's no relation, no. What? Well, just let's call her a "good friend", shall we? I beg your pardon! Listen to me, my man, I don't like the tenor of that question - what we do with her is ou...
Eliza Doolittle: *Here* are your slippers! *There*... [throws a slipper at Higgins] Eliza Doolittle: And *there*! [throws the other one] Eliza Doolittle: *Take* your slippers, and may you NEVER have a day's luck with them!
Eliza Doolittle: There can't be any feeling between the likes of me and the likes of you.
Professor Henry Higgins: I've learned something from your idiotic notions, I confess that; humbly and gratefully.
Professor Henry Higgins: By George, Eliza, the streets will be strewn with the bodies of men shooting themselves for your sake before I'm done with you.
Mrs. Higgins: Where's the girl now? Professor Henry Higgins: She's being pinned. Some of the clothes we bought her didn't quite fit. I told Pickering we should have taken her with us.
Eliza Doolittle: You oughta be stuffed with nails, you ought!
Professor Henry Higgins: Damn Mrs. Pearce; damn the coffee; and damn you!
Professor Henry Higgins: Damn, damn, damn, damn!
[repeated line] Eliza Doolittle: I'm a good girl, I am!
Professor Henry Higgins: Shall we ask this baggage to sit down or shall we just throw her out of the window?
Professor Henry Higgins: Have some chocolates, Eliza. Eliza Doolittle: [halting, tempted] 'Ow do I know what might be in 'em? I've 'eard o' girls bein' drugged by the likes o' you. Professor Henry Higgins: [Takes a chocolate and breaks it in half] Pl...
Professor Henry Higgins: You might marry, you know. You see, Eliza, all men are not confirmed old bachelors like myself and the Colonel. Most men are the marrying sort, poor devils. And you're not bad-looking; you're really quite a pleasure to look a...
Freddy Eynsford-Hill: Darling! Eliza Doolittle: Freddy, what ever are you doing here? Freddy Eynsford-Hill: Nothing. I spend most of my nights here. It's the only place where I'm happy. [Freddy steps forward] Freddy Eynsford-Hill: Don't laugh at me, ...
Professor Henry Higgins: Oh, Pickering, for God's sake stop being dashed and do something!
Cockney: We've got a bloomin' heiress in our midst. Will you be needing a butler, Eliza? Eliza Doolittle: Well you won't do.
Lady at Ball: That young woman with Colonel Pickering, find out who she is. Zoltan Karpathy: With pleasure!
Mrs. Pearce: Here's the mail, sir. Professor Henry Higgins: Well pay the bills, and say "No" to the invitations.
