Elyot Chase: You don't hold any mystery for me darling; do you mind? There isn't a part of you I don't know, remember, and want.

Elyot: What are you doing here?
Amanda: I'm on my honeymoon.
Elyot: Hope you're enjoying it.
Amanda: It hasn't started yet.
Elyot: Neither has mine.

Amanda: [as Elyot opens his cigarette case] Give me one for the love of heaven,

Amanda: Extraordinary how potent cheap music is.

Amanda: Have you known her long?
Elyot: About four months, we met in a house party in Norfolk.
Amanda: Very flat, Norfolk.

Amanda: I think very few people are completely normal really, deep down in their private lives. It all depends on a combination of circumstances. If all the various cosmic thingummys fuse at the same moment, and the right spark is struck, there's no knowing what one mightn't do. That was the trouble with Elyot and me, we were like two violent acids bubbling about in a nasty little matrimonial bottle.

Amanda: I was brought up to believe it was beyond the pale for a man to strike a woman.
Elyot: A very poor tradition. Certain women should be struck regularly, like gongs.