Dan Brown: The thought of this life, that's what kept me going. I had an idea of our happiness.
Laura Brown: Don't worry, honey. Everything's fine. We're going to have a wonderful party. We've made Daddy such a nice cake.
Virginia Woolf: I can't think of anything more exhilarating than a trip to London.
Laura Brown: Obviously, you... feel unworthy. Gives you feelings of unworthiness. You survive and they don't.
Clarissa Vaughn: Why is everything wrong?
Clarissa Vaughan: Just to let you know I am making the crab thing. Not that I imagine it makes any difference to you. Richard Brown: Of course it makes a difference. I love the crab thing.
Angelica Bell: Goodbye. Virginia Woolf: Goodbye, little girl.
Richard Brown: We want everything, don't we? Clarissa Vaughn: I suppose we do.
Virginia Woolf: You return to what? Vanessa Bell: Tonight. Oh, just some insufferable dinner not even you could envy, Virginia. Virginia Woolf: But I do.
Leonard Woolf: Do you think it's possible that bad writing actually attracts a higher incidence of error?
Virginia Woolf: It's on this day. This day of all days. Her fate becomes clear to her.
Clarissa Vaughn: He came out behind me. He put his hand on my shoulder..."Good morning, Mrs. Dalloway." From then on I've been stuck. Louis Waters: Stuck? Clarissa Vaughn: Yep. With the name, I mean.
Kitty: All my life I could do anything. I could do anything, really. Except the one thing I wanted.
Laura Brown: I love you, sweetheart. You're my guy.
Sally: Why do I always have to sit next to the exes? Is this some kind of a hint, sweetheart? Anyway, shouldn't the exes have a table of their own, where they can all ex together in ex-quisite agony?
Laura Brown: Baby. Baby, you have to be brave now.
Louis Waters: I know, you think am I still up for this, all this intensity, all those arguments, doors being slammed, well, you know what it's like.
Julia: You can't see that Louis Waters is weird? Clarissa Vaughn: I can see that he's sad. Julia: Well. All of your friends are sad.
