Irene Fellara: My father was old. The hardships of that terrible journey had broken his body. But his spirit was strong. His spirit that is Russia.
Irene Fellara: He lay there in that little boat. And he looked up at me. Never can I forget his face. So thin. So white. So beautiful in the starlight.
Irene Fellara: And he said to me, 'Irena, little daughter'. And then... he died.
Irene Fellara: For four days I was alone with his body. Sailing through the storms of the Black Sea. I had no food. No water. I was in agony from the violent wounds of the Bolshevikii. I knew I must die.
Irene Fellara: And then... an American cruiser rescued me. May Heaven bless those good men!
Harry Van: Ahem. Excuse me Madame. But it seems to me that the last time you told me about your escape it was different.
Irene Fellara: Well! I made several escapes.

Irene Fellara: Oh, 'Kak Stranna!' How strange!

Irene Fellara: The temple of your memory must be so crowded.
Harry Van: Are you sure you've never been in Omaha, Madame?

Irene Fellara: Where'd you get your education, Harry?
Harry Van: What makes you think I got one?

Irene Fellara: You are a very bad dancer.
Harry Van: Hmmm... in Romania they thought I was pretty good.