Victor: A visitor, sir.
Gray: To what do I owe the pleasure?
Emily: I thought you might like to join me for lunch.
Gray: No, I don't think...
Emily: I made a picnic.
Gray: Yes, well, I'm afraid I...I'd rather stay at home today.
Gray: It's going to rain.
Emily: Tell me, Mr Gray. Must you always play the cynic? Hm?
Emily: Look up.
Gray: Actually, I'd rather you didn't...
Emily: Oblige me, Mr Gray.
Gray: Have you been pursuing this delightful hobby for long?
Emily: No. It's a gift from my father. In return, he made me promise that I wouldn't chain myself to any more railings. For suffrage, Mr Gray. Well, don't you think that women should be given the vote?
Gray: I don't believe a woman should be given anything she can't wear in the evening.
Emily: What a loss to the Front you are. Think of all those Germans that you could bayonet with your epigrams.
Gray: I do apologise if I offend.
Emily: Oh, no, you'll have to do rather better to offend me.
Gray: Then I humbly vow to redouble my efforts.
Emily: You know, I wonder if it's true, what they say about you. That beneath all the charm, you're in fact quite heartless?
Gray: They say I'm charming?
Emily: They say that you devote your whole life to pleasure. Well, it's clearly to be recommended. If I look as good as you in 25 years, I shall be thoroughly happy.
Gray: I can assure you, pleasure is very different from happiness. I mean, some things are more precious because they don't last.
Emily: Mr Gray...I believe I know your secret. You do have a heart.
Gray: Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Emily: How terrifying.