advertisement John Harmon: Since Miss Wilfer rejected me, I have never again urged my suit with a spoken syllable or look. But I have never changed in my devotion for her, except that it is deeper than it was and better founded. Mr. Nicodemus Boffin: I already have in my employ a literary man with a wooden leg. John: She is so trivial. So capricious. So mercenary. And yet, she is so beautiful. Lizzie Hexam: Will you walk beside me, Mr. Wrayburn, and not touch me. Eugene Wrayburn: I'll TRY. Mrs. Wilfer: Let it never be said that I condone the talking to of strangers in the park! John: My dear girl! My gallant, courageous and noble Bella. You are my love? Bella Wilfer: Well, I suppose I am, if you think me worth taking. Bradley Headstone: You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any disgrace. John Harmon: [narrating] This is John Harmon drowning. John Harmon is drowning! Betty Higden: Take him as a gift, for I love him, love him, love him. I love my husband, long dead and gone, in him. I love my children, dead and gone in him. Take him as a gift, for I couldn't ever sell that love, and look you in your bright kind face. Mortimer Lightwood: I'm horribly awake. Eugene I can't lose sight of that fellow's face. Eugene Wrayburn: I can. John Rokesmith: You are wonderfully mistaken! Bella Wilfer: You even play the mysterious stranger in private, Mr Rokesmith. Charley Hexam: You will not bring me down! Lizzie Hexam: Charley, how can you say these words? Charley Hexam: You're a bad girl, and a false sister, and I've done with you. I've done with you forever! John Rokesmith: We will make the train if we walk swiftly... you look rather serious, Miss Wilfer. Bella Wilfer: I feel rather serious. Eugene Wrayburn: But, by God, give me something to be energetic about-- I'll show him energy! He's an amusing fellow, my father. I should like to please him, if I could. [when asked if Harmon was dead when they found him] Charley Hexam: As dead as the Pharoah's multitude that were drowned in the Red Sea! If Lazarus was half as far gone, that was the greatest of miracles. Eugene Wrayburn: Was this worthwhile, schoolmaster? All this trouble for nothing. Bradley Headstone: I don't know why you address me. Eugene Wrayburn: Don't you? Then I won't. Bradley Headstone: You think no more of me than the dirt under your feet. Eugene Wrayburn: I assure you, Schoolmaster, I don't think about you. Bradley Headstone: Sir, my name is Bradley Headstone. Eugene Wrayburn: Your name does not concern me. Mr. Nicodemus Boffin: Well now, Wegg. I'm sorry that me and Mrs. Boffin can't have a higher opinion of you. Lady Tippins: To lose the ward and the secretary in one afternoon, that was extremely imprudent of Mr. Boffin. What is worse: Miss Bella Wilfer and the Rokesmith fellow have run off together. Oh really, Mortimer! When you know the man needs counsel. Mortimer Lightwood: I hardly see how I am to blame. When two people are inclined to run off together, a lawyer is the last person to prevent it. Eugene Wrayburn: My dear Mortimer, you are the express picture of contented industry. Reposing after the virtues of the day. Mortimer Lightwood: And you, my dear Eugene, are the express picture of discontented idleness. Mr. Venus: Mr. Wegg, if you was brought here loose in a bag to be articulated, I could name your smallest bones blindfold, and sort them all in a manner that would surprise, and charm you. Silas Wegg: Now that ain't a state to be brought low about. Mortimer Lightwood: Are you sure? ... Eugene, do you have some debt I don't know about? Eugene Wrayburn: Observe the legal mind! Respected solicitor, it's not that. The schoolmaster's abroad. Mr. Venus: You speak quite vengefully. Silas Wegg: Perhaps I've allowed myself to brood too much. Mortimer Lightwood: But he still lives, and he did you dreadful injury, and I cannot help but feel he should be punished. Eugene Wrayburn: No, Mortimer. He does not live. And he did me a favor. Mortimer Lightwood: A favor! Eugene Wrayburn: Yes. Oh yes, consider this. Had he not attacked me, I don't know what I would have done. How I would have injured her in my reckless passion. Mortimer, listen. Listen. I would have lost her respect, any possibility of our love would have gone forever, consider that. And consider what I have, now. And then tell me whether the schoolmaster lives, if not as some ghost between here and hell, knowing as he does that he brought us together... You think he does not have punishment enough? Mrs. Boffin: Mr. Wegg, if you was brought here loose in a bag to be articulated, I could name your smallest bones blindfold, and sort them all in a manner that would surprise, and charm you. Silas Wegg: Now that ain't a state to be brought low about. Bella Wilfer: For the reproaches you have borne on my account I earnestly and truly beg your pardon! The only fault you should admit to was that you laid yourself open to be slighted by a worldly, shallow girl whose head was turned and was quite unable to rise to what you offered! Mortimer Lightwood: Are you sure?... Eugene, do you have some debt I don't know about? Eugene Wrayburn: Observe the legal mind! Respected solicitor, it's not that. The schoolmaster's abroad. Eugene Wrayburn: [after bribing a drunk to find Lizzie] I said that I would find her by any means, fair or foul, these are foul, I will take them. Mrs. Boffin: You speak quite vengefully. Silas Wegg: Perhaps I've allowed myself to brood too much.