Landlady: ...and what things does she want? Her bird cage and her Chinese fan. But she says, never mind about sending any clothes.
Professor Henry Higgins: She's an owl, sickened by a few days of my sunshine.
Professor Henry Higgins: By George, she's got it! BY george, SHE'S GOT IT.
Professor Henry Higgins: You impudent hussy.
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.
Professor Henry Higgins: The question is not whether I've treated you rudely but whether you've ever heard me treat anyone else better.
Professor Henry Higgins: Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Eliza Doolittle: Come on, Dover! Come on, Dover! Move your bloomin' arse.
Eliza Doolittle: I ain't dirty! I washed my face and hands before I come, I did.
Professor Henry Higgins: You won my bet? You presumptuous insect, I won it.
Colonel Hugh Pickering: Higgins, at a time like this, it's positively indecent that you don't need a glass of port.
Professor Henry Higgins: May I ask, do you complain of your treatment here?
Eliza Doolittle: No.
Professor Henry Higgins: Has anyone behaved badly? Colonel Pickering, Mrs. Pearce?
Eliza Doolittle: No.
Professor Henry Higgins: You certainly don't pretend that I have treated you badly?
Eliza Doolittle: No.
Professor Henry Higgins: The French don't care what they do actually, as long as they pronounce it properly.
Professor Henry Higgins: She's so deliciously low. So horribly dirty.
Professor Henry Higgins: Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
Eliza Doolittle: The difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she is treated.
Answer: It just means put away (roll up) the dance floor so that he won't be distracted with dancing when he has to be at the church on time.
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