Jude

Sue:
Haven't we been punished enough?

Sue Bridehead:
Please don't call me a clever girl, Mr. Phillotson, there are too many of us about these days.

Sue:
Why are you looking at me like that?

Sue:
No. I am not afraid of any man.

Sue:
Because no man would touch a woman unless she gives him reason to. A touch or a look that say come on. If you never look, they'll never come. You are the timid sex.

Sue Bridehead:
Promise me you'll never stop trying.

Sue Bridehead:
It's right that I suffer.

Sue:
I would have liked to have talked with her before she died.

Sue:
What did she say?

Sue:
Do I irritate you?

Sue:
Even though I'm always trying to prove how much cleverer than you I am.

Sue:
Don't say that!

Sue:
Because it's not the sort of thing you should admit to!

Sue Bridehead:
They locked me up for being out with you, so I jumped out of the window, climbed over a fence, crossed the deepest river in England and here I am!

Jude Fawley:
We are man and wife, if ever two people were on this earth.

Sue Bridehead:
I would have liked to have talked with her before she died.

Jude Fawley:
She would have enjoyed that.

Sue Bridehead:
What did she say?

Jude Fawley:
She said we both make bad husbands and wives.

Sue Bridehead:
Do I irritate you?

Jude Fawley:
No.

Sue Bridehead:
Even though I'm always trying to prove how cleverer than you I am.

Jude Fawley:
You are!

Sue Bridehead:
Don't say that!

Jude Fawley:
Why not?

Sue Bridehead:
Because it's not the sort of thing you should admit to!

Jude Fawley:
Even if it's true?

Sue Bridehead:
You're still Joseph, the dreamer of dreams. And the tragic Don Quixote. Sometimes you are a St. Stephen, who sees Heaven open up, even as they're stoning him.