Lord Arthur Goring: Shouldn't you be in bed, Miss Mabel?
Mabel: Lord Goring.
Lord Arthur Goring: My father always tells me to go to bed, so I don't see why I shouldn't give you the same advice. I always pass on good advice. It is the only sensible thing to do with it.
Sir Robert Chiltern: Do you know, Arthur, I sometimes wish I were you.
Lord Arthur Goring: Do you know, Robert, sometimes I wish you were too. Except that you would probably make something useful out of my life, and that would never do.
Algy: I really don't see what is so romantic about proposing. One may be accepted - one usually is, I believe - and then the excitement is ended. The very essence of romance is uncertainty.
Julianne Potter: What I mean, when I say annoyingly perfect, is that there is nothing annoying about her perfection. It's vulnerable and endearing... and that is annoying as shit.
George Downes: Ahh... you like her.
Julianne Potter: If I didn't have to hate her, I'd adore her.
George Downes: Michael's chasing Kimmy?
Julianne Potter: Yes.
George Downes: You're chasing Michael?
Julianne Potter: YES.
George Downes: Who's chasing you... nobody, get it? There's your answer. It's Kimmy.
Julianne Potter: He just came in for few hours to uh, to uh, fuck ME.
George Downes: Huh! Takes a few hours.
George Downes: Listen, Jules. Why don't we stop and have a drink? You can take a later flight.
Julianne Potter: No, no, no, no. I'm a busy girl. I've got exactly four days to break up a wedding, steal the bride's fella and I haven't one clue how to do it. He was in love with everyday for nine godddamn years. Me.
Julianne Potter: You're going to humiliate me, aren't you?
George Downes: Only if I can.
Isabelle Wallace: George, this is so sweet of you to come to our rehearsal. I insist you stay on to lunch.
Kimmy Wallace: Oh yes.
Julianne Potter: No, no, no, no, no... Absolutely.
George Downes: Love to! Love the bag, love the shoes, love everything. Love to.
George Downes: Bond, Jane Bond.
George Downes: Look, tell him you love him. Bite the bullet.
King: This never happened. You were in the Ritz all night.
Mabel: What do you want, Charming?
Prince Charming: Oh, not much. Just a chance at redemption... and a fuzzy navel.
Prince Charming: I am the rightful King of Far Far Away.
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