Mrs. de Winter: [about her father] He had a theory that if you should find one perfect thing, or place or person, you should stick to it. Do you think that's very silly? Maxim de Winter: No, i'm a firm believer in that myself.
Maxim de Winter: I'm asking you to marry me, you little fool.
The Second Mrs. de Winter: No, it's not too late. You're not to say that. I love you more than anything in the world. Oh, please Maxim, kiss me please. Maxim de Winter: No, it's no use. It's too late.
The Second Mrs. de Winter: I've been thinking... Maxim de Winter: Now why would you want to go and do that for?
Maxim de Winter: I can't forget what it's done to you. I've been thinking of nothing else since it happened. It's gone forever, that funny young, lost look I loved won't ever come back. I killed that when I told you about Rebecca. It's gone. In a few...
Maxim de Winter: I knew where Rebecca's body was, lying on that cabin floor on the bottom of the sea. Mrs. de Winter: How did you know, Maxim? Maxim de Winter: Because... I put it there.
Maxim de Winter: Please promise me never to wear black satin or pearls... or to be 36 years old.
Mrs. Edythe Van Hopper: [after hearing about Rebecca's engagement with Maxim] Tennis lessons my foot!
Maxim de Winter: You thought I loved Rebecca? You thought that? I hated her!
Mrs. de Winter: Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.
Jack Favell: I say, marriage with Max is not exactly a bed of roses, is it?
Mrs. de Winter: I wish I were a woman of 36, dressed in black satin with a string of pearls!
Mrs. Edythe Van Hopper: Most girls would give their eyes for the chance to see Monte! Maxim de Winter: Wouldn't that RATHER defeat the purpose?
[after being asked what his costume was] Major Giles Lacy: Strong man, Old man.
[urging Mrs. de Winter to jump out the window and end her misery] Mrs. Danvers: Go ahead. Jump. He never loved you, so why go on living? Jump and it will all be over...
Mrs. Danvers: [brings out a negligee from under the bedcovers] Did you ever see anything so delicate? [motions the second Mrs. de Winter over] Mrs. Danvers: Look, you can see my hand through it!
Mrs. Danvers: [just as the second Mrs. de Winter reaches for the door] You wouldn't think she'd been gone so long, would you? Sometimes, when I walk along the corridor, I fancy I hear her just behind me. That quick light step, I couldn't mistake it a...
Mrs. Danvers: [the new Mrs. de Winter wants to dispose of Rebecca's letters] But these are Mrs. de Winter's things. The Second Mrs. de Winter: I *am* Mrs. de Winter now!
