Rebecca: I love you - and I must not feel it - yet Ivanhoe I love you, with all the longing in this lonely world.
Angel: Did he say you were like cognac? All fire in zee glass?
Holly: No, he said I was like champagne. I made his head spin.
Angel: Yeah, only you'll be the one who winds up with a hangover.
Prudence 'Spitfire' Stevens: My father taught me howt o defend myself against rough men, but he told me he could only warn me about gentlemen.