Rebecca

Jack Favell:
I'd like to have your advice on how to live comfortably without working hard.

Maxim de Winter:
I'm asking you to marry me, you little fool.

Mrs. de Winter:
Last night I dreamed I went to Manderley again.

Jack Favell:
I say, marriage with Max is not exactly a bed of roses, is it?

The Second Mrs. de Winter:
I'm not the sort of woman men marry.

Mrs. de Winter:
I wish I were a woman of 36, dressed in black satin with a string of pearls!

Maxim de Winter:
You thought I loved Rebecca? You thought that? I hated her!

Mrs. Edythe Van Hopper:
Most girls would give their eyes for the chance to see Monte!

Maxim de Winter:
Wouldn't that kind of defeat the purpose?

Major Giles Lacy:
Strong man, Old man.

Mrs. Danvers:
Go ahead. Jump. He never loved you, so why go on living? Jump and it will all be over...

Mrs. Danvers:
She knew everyone that mattered. Everyone loved her.

Mrs. Danvers:
Oh, you've moved her brush, haven't you?

Mrs. Danvers:
There, that's better. Just as she always laid it down. "Come on, Danny, hair drill," she would say.

Mrs. Danvers:
And I'd stand behind her like this and brush away for twenty minutes at a time.

Mrs. Danvers:
Then she would say, "Good night, Danny," and step into her bed.

The Second Mrs. de Winter:
No, it's not too late. You're not to say that. I love you more than anything in the world. Oh, please Maxim, kiss me please.

Maxim de Winter:
No, it's no use. It's too late.

Maxim de Winter:
"I'll make a bargain with you," she said. "You'd look rather foolish trying to divorce me now after four days of marriage. So I'll play the part of a devoted wife, mistress of your precious Manderley. I'll make it the most famous showplace in England if you like. Then, people will visit us and envy us, and say we're the luckiest, happiest, couple in the country. What a grand show it will be! What a triumph!"

Maxim de Winter:
I can't forget what it's done to you. I've been thinking of nothing else since it happened. It's gone forever, that funny young, lost look I loved won't ever come back. I killed that when I told you about Rebecca. It's gone. In a few hours, you've grown so much older.

Maxim de Winter:
That's not the Northern lights. That's Manderley!

2nd Mrs. de Winter:
You know, I, I wish there could be an invention that bottled up a memory like perfume and it never faded, never got stale. Then, whenever I wanted to, I could uncork the bottle and, and live the memory all over again.

Maxim de Winter:
And what particular moment in your young life would you want to keep?

2nd Mrs. de Winter:
Oh, all of them. All these last few days. I, I feel as though I've, I've collected a whole shelf full of bottles.

Maxim de Winter:
Sometimes, you know, those little bottles contain demons that have a way of popping out at you just as you're trying most desperately to forget.

2nd Mrs. de Winter:
Our marriage is a success, isn't it? A great success? We're happy, aren't we? Terribly happy? If you don't think we are happy, it would be much better if you didn't pretend. I'll go away. Why don't you answer me?

Maxim de Winter:
How can I answer you when I don't know the answer myself? If you say we're happy, let's leave it at that. Happiness is something I know nothing about.

Mrs. Danvers:
You wouldn't think she'd been gone so long, would you? Sometimes, when I walk along the corridor, I fancy I hear her just behind me, that quick, light step. I couldn't mistake it anywhere, not only in this room, but in all the rooms in the house. I can almost hear it now. Do you think the dead come back and watch the living?

2nd Mrs. de Winter:
I don't believe it.

Mrs. Danvers:
Sometimes I wonder if she doesn't come back here to Manderley to watch you and Mr. de Winter together. You look tired. Why don't you stay here and rest, and listen to the sea? It's so soothing. Listen to it. Listen.

2nd Mrs. de Winter:
Why do you hate me? What have I done to you that you should ever hate me so?

Mrs. Danvers:
You tried to take her place. You let him marry you. I've seen his face, his eyes. They're the same as those first weeks after she died. I used to listen to him, walking up and down, up and down, all night long, night after night, thinking of her. Suffering torture because he lost her.

2nd Mrs. de Winter:
I don't want to know. I don't want to know.

Mrs. Danvers:
You thought you could be Mrs. de Winter, live in her house, walk in her steps, take the things that were hers. But she's too strong for you. You can't fight her. No one ever got the better of her. Never. Never. She was beaten in the end, but it wasn't a man. It wasn't a woman. It was the sea.

Mrs. de Winter:
Maxim, can't we start all over again? I don't ask that you should love me. I won't ask impossible things. I'll be your friend, your companion. I'll be happy with that.

Maxim de Winter:
You love me very much, don't you? But it's too late, my darling. We've lost our little chance at happiness.

2nd Mrs. de Winter:
No, Maxim, no.

Maxim de Winter:
Yes. It's all over now. The thing has happened, the thing I've dreaded, day after day, night after night.

2nd Mrs. de Winter:
Maxim, what are you trying to tell me?

Maxim de Winter:
Rebecca has won. Her shadow has been between us all the time, keeping us from one another. She knew that this would happen.

2nd Mrs. de Winter:
How could we be close when I knew you were always thinking of Rebecca? How could I even ask you to love me when I knew you loved Rebecca still?

Maxim de Winter:
What are you talking about? What do you mean?

2nd Mrs. de Winter:
Whenever you touched me, I knew you were comparing me with Rebecca. Whenever you looked at me or spoke to me, or walked with me in the garden, I knew you were thinking, "This I did with Rebecca, and this, and this." It's true, isn't it?

Maxim de Winter:
You thought I loved Rebecca? You thought that? I hated her! Oh, I was carried away by her, enchanted by her, as everyone was. And when I was married, I was told that I was the luckiest man in the world. She was so lovely, so accomplished, so amusing. "She's got the three things that really matter in a wife," everyone said: "breeding, brains, and beauty." And I believed them, completely. But I never had a moment's happiness with her. She was incapable of love or tenderness or decency.

2nd Mrs. De Winter:
Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. It seemed to me I stood by the iron gate leading to the drive, and for a while I could not enter, for the way was barred to me. Then, like all dreamers, I was possessed of a sudden with supernatural powers and passed like a spirit through the barrier before me. The drive wound away in front of me, twisting and turning as it had always done. But as I advanced, I was aware that a change had come upon it. Nature had come into her own again and little by little had encroached upon the drive with long tenacious fingers, on and on the poor thread that had once been our drive. And finally, there was Manderley, Manderley, secretive and silent. Time could not mar the perfect symmetry of those walls. Moonlight can play odd tricks upon the fancy, and suddenly it seemed to me that light came from the windows. And then a cloud came upon the moon and hovered an instant like a dark hand before a face. The illusion went with it. I looked upon a desolate shell, with no whisper of a past about its staring walls. We can never go back to Manderley again. That much is certain. But sometimes, in my dreams, I do go back to the strange days of my life which began for me in the south of France...

Mrs. Edythe Van Hopper:
[to the 2nd Mrs. de Winter] So this is what's been happening during my illness! Tennis lessons, my foot! I suppose I have to hand it to you for a fast worker. How did you manage it? Still waters certainly run deep. Tell me, have you been doing anything you shouldn't?... But you certainly have your work cut out as mistress of Manderley. To be perfectly frank with you, my dear, I can't see you doing it. You haven't the experience. You haven't the faintest idea of what it means to be a great lady. Of course, you know why he's marrying you, don't you? You haven't flattered yourself that he's in love with you? The fact is that empty house got on his nerves to such an extent, he nearly went off his head. He just couldn't go on living alone... Hmmph, Mrs. de Winter! Goodbye, my dear, and good luck.

Mrs. Danvers:
[to the 2nd Mrs. de Winter] Why don't you go? Why don't you leave Manderley? He doesn't need you. He's got his memories. He doesn't love you. He wants to be alone again with her. You've nothing to stay for. You've nothing to live for really, have you? Look down there. It's easy, isn't it? Why don't you? Why don't you? Go on. Go on. Don't be afraid!