Bleak House

Krook:
[about Nemo] They say he sold his soul to the Devil. If he did, I don't know what he did with the money.

[repeated line, to his grand-daughter]

Smallweed:
Shake me up, Judy!

Mr. Tulkinghorn:
[after the funeral of Mr Nemo] What do you know of this man?

Jo:
I don't know nothing only that he was really good to me.

Mr. Tulkinghorn:
Oh, and what good were you to him?

John Jarndyce:
[Talking of Esther after she recovers from Small Pox] I blame my self.

Boythorn:
You blame yourself for an act of kindness. No sir, the person to blame is the one who calls himself God. What deity is it that would inflict such an illness on an innocent girl?

Krook:
Letters to Nemo. Captain Hawdon. Smells like ladies, but what do they say? We don't know 'cause we can't read.

Sir Leicester Dedlock:
Is it still raining, my love?

Lady Dedlock:
Yes my love. And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place. Bored to death with my life. Bored to death with myself.

Snagsby:
Jarndyce and Jarndyce makes work for us all, eh? Careful how you spend it, now.

Nemo:
What's it to you how I spend it, Mr Snagsby?

Snagsby:
Nothing at all, I'm sure, Mr Nemo.

Sir Leicester Dedlock:
Is it still raining, my love?

Lady Dedlock:
Yes.

Sir Leicester Dedlock:
Remarkable.

Lady Dedlock:
And I am bored to death with it.

Lady Dedlock:
Well...

Lady Dedlock:
Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.

John Jarndyce:
Dead. Dead, Your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Your Worships. Dead, Right Reverends of every order and degree. Dead and dying thus around us [pause] every day.

Hortense:
You lied to me!

Mr. Tulkinghorn:
[angrily] Oh? And how did I do that?

Hortense:
You said you would find me a job!

Mr. Tulkinghorn:
I said I would *consider* it. Having considered it, I've decided not to.

Bucket:
You don't happen to know why they killed the pig, do you?

Smallweed:
No.

Bucket:
On account of his having too much cheek.

John Jarndyce:
[Last lines] This is to be a day of joy.

Esther Summerson:
Perhaps what we want for ourselves and what is best for us are not the same thing.