Clarissa

Clarissa:
I cannot admire a man with no morals.

Anna:
Clarry, men put on their morals as we put on our stays!

Clarissa:
I have always heard that you prefer not to confine your pleasure to more than one lady entirely.

Lovelace:
Mine, Jack, Mine!

Belford:
Hmm. It's more like a sermon than a billet-doux.

Mrs Harlowe:
Clarry, a woman must know when to bend or else she will surely break.

James:
Pinch your cheeks, Bella. Your face must be your fortune now.

Anna:
How cruel of you to rob Bella of the only lover she ever had.

Clarissa:
Me? It wasn't me. She refused him.

James:
No! If she ever enters these doors, I shall leave.

Mr Harlowe:
Then leave. The child has suffered enough.

Clarissa:
I would not bind myself in covenant with you for a thousand, thousand worlds.

Clarissa:
Was Lovelace here?

Belford:
He's gone now.

Clarissa:
Can he never leave me in peace? Will he pursue me to the grave?

Anna:
Don't you like him at all? Not even a teeny bit? He's so handsome.

Clarissa:
So wild!

Anna:
So vain!

Belford:
I know these promising ladies, you see, all sauce and no stuffing. 50 guineas on it she flies the nest.

The real Lady Betty:
Impersonate me with your strumpets!

Clarissa:
What further evils are reserved for me? I find I am your prisoner.

Lovelace:
I trust you slept well.

Clarissa:
I did not sleep.

Lovelace:
Scribbling? Is that wise? Letters can be traced.

Clarissa:
As you should know.

Lovelace:
I hope at least you used an alias.

Clarissa:
I leave all such subterfuge to you.

Doctor:
What shocking sight is this?

Clarissa:
Why shocking? Are we shocked in church to see the monuments of our ancestors with whom we hope one day to rest in peace?

Mrs Howe:
Mr Hickman is very patient, but no man will wait forever.

Bella:
Don't Mr Lovelace say you have fine eyes?

Clarissa:
Is that what he told you?

Lovelace:
Oh she may threaten, she may weep, she may rave 'Oh you traitor! Oh you fiend!' but little by little she comes to like her little cage.

Lovelace:
Well done Jack, you have avenged her well. One man cannot have every woman worth having... Clarissa let this redeem my soul.

Anna:
Men are all such nasty schoolboys.

Anna:
What a choice. Soames, the grubby little sneakthief or Lovelace, the schoolyard bully.

Lovelace:
Ain't I the regular blaggard!

Lovelace:
Have a care, Mr Harlowe.

Mrs Harlowe:
James, why must you be so spiteful?

Clarissa:
Do you think to make me your whore?