The Chalk Garden

Laurel:
Ding dong, DING DONG!

Laurel:
Thanks for the compliment. Don't expect one in return!

Laurel:
[hanging by the skirt of her dress] I happen to like climbing in trees!

Laurel:
Barratry.

Applicant:
Barratry?

Laurel:
Arson, at sea.

Laurel:
Hush! Judge, we don't speak of her here.

Judge:
My dear child, is she living?

Laurel:
In sin, Judge, in sin.

Laurel:
Oh, if I could only be somewhere other than where I am, someone other than who I am!

Miss Madrigal:
There now, where and what do you want to be?

Laurel:
Dead... and in Hell!

Applicant:
They say five have left already.

Miss Madrigal:
Really?

Applicant:
There must be something terribly frightening in this house!

Laurel:
That sounds like a perfect description of me!

Miss Madrigal:
The heart is a house with a room for every person it loves.

Judge:
Alcohol in the middle of the day is exciting when one is 30, but disastrous when one is 70.