Irena Dubrovna: Perhaps, Mr. Reed, you would like to have tea in my apartment?
Oliver 'Ollie' Reed: Oh, Miss Dubrovna, you make life so simple.
Oliver 'Ollie' Reed: What's that?
Irena Dubrovna: Its the lions in the zoo. One can hear them here often. Many people in this building complain. Their roaring keeps them awake.
Oliver 'Ollie' Reed: But you don't mind it?
Irena Dubrovna: No. To me its the way the sound of the sea is to others. Natural and soothing. I like it. Some nights there is another sound. The panther. It screams like a woman. I don't like that.
Alice Moore: Could you squeeze a coffee pot for me, Minnie?
Minnie: I sure could! Only this coffee's been workin' so long, its got muscles.
Irena Dubrovna: I like to be liked.
Oliver 'Ollie' Reed: That ought to be easy - real easy.
Irena Dubrovna: I envy every woman I see on the street.
Oliver 'Ollie' Reed: They can't match your little finger.
Irena Dubrovna: I envy them. They're happy. They make their husbands' happy. They lead normal, happy lives.
The Commodore: Look at that woman. Isn't she something.
Doc Carver: Looks like a cat.
Irena Dubrovna: I don't feel you can help me. You're very wise, you know a great deal, but when you speak of the soul, you mean the mind, and it is not my mind that is troubled.
Dr. Louis Judd: What a clever girl. All the psychologists have tried for years to find that subtle difference between mind and soul, and you've found it.
Alice Moore: I know what love is. Its understanding. Its you and me and let the rest of the world go by. Its just the two of us living our lives together, happily and proudly. No self torture and no doubt. Its enduring and everlasting. Nothing can change it.
Dr. Louis Judd: You were saying, the cats.
Irena Dubrovna: They torment me. I wake in the night and the trail of their feet whispers in my brain. I have no peace. For they are in me.
Oliver 'Ollie' Reed: You know, it's a funny thing. I've never been unhappy before. Things have always gone swell for me. I had a grand time as a kid. Lots of fun at school and here at the office with you.
Minnie: My goodness, don't nobody like chicken gumbo?
Alice Moore: Could I have my robe, please?
Blondie: Sure. Gee whiz, honey! Its torn to ribbons.
Dr. Louis Judd: I'm not afraid of you. I take you in my arms. So little. So soft. So warm. Perfume in your hair, your body. Don't be afraid of me.
Irena Dubrovna: I fled from the past. From things you could never know or understand. Evil things. Evil.
Oliver 'Ollie' Reed: Irena, you told me something of the past about King John and the witches in the village and the Cat People descended from them. They're fairy tales, Irena. Fairy tales heard in your childhood. Nothing more than that. They've nothing to do with you, really. You're Irena. You're here in America.
Mrs. Plunkett: I can't imagine.
Mrs. Plunkett: You can fool everybody, but landie dearie me, you can't fool a cat. They seem to know who's not right. If you know what I mean.
Oliver 'Ollie' Reed: Boys who come to tea can't expect to stay for dinner.
Oliver 'Ollie' Reed: I'm drawn to her. There's a warmth from her that pulls at me. I have to watch her when she's in the room. I have to touch her when she's near.
Irena Dubrovna: That's Lalage - the perfume I use. I like it, perhaps too well. Maybe I use too much of it, living alone like this.
Oliver 'Ollie' Reed: It's hard to describe. It's not like flowers exactly. It's - it's like something warm and living.
The Commodore: Oliver's bride seems to be a very nice girl. A very pretty one too. Carver tells me she's a bit odd.
