The Damned

Freya Neilson:
How could you be so cruel?

King:
I enjoyed it, my dear lady.

King:
I'm strange, all right! I'll show you just how strange I am!

Freya Neilson:
A public servant is the only servant who has secrets from his master.

Simon Wells:
I like to listen to people who know what they're talking about. My trouble is I never believe anything they say.

Teddy Boy:
[after she has lured a tourist into a mugging] You happy in your work, Joanie?

Freya Neilson:
[Referring to Simon] I like him.

Bernard:
I thought you would.

Freya Neilson:
I like him because he doesn't like the world. It's a good beginning.

Simon Wells:
[to Freya. Aware that his face is covered with blood] Would you excuse my appearance? I've been sightseeing.

Freya Neilson:
[to Bernard] You know, someone once told me when a bureaucrat wants to keep his job, he stamps everything 'Top Secret.' Is that true?

Bernard:
I live with one fact. A power has been released that will melt these stones. We must be ready when the time comes.

Freya Neilson:
You really believe it's going to happen, don't you?

Bernard:
Certainly! There's absolutely no question.

Simon Wells:
How old are you, Victoria?

Victoria:
I'm 11. We're all 11. We all have our birthdays the same week.

Simon Wells:
How long have you been here?

Victoria:
We've been here always.

Simon Wells:
What about your parents? Don't they come to see you?

Victoria:
Oh, we were hoping you were our parents.

Captain Gregory:
Any bully can command obedience. Only a gentleman can command loyalty.

Joan:
Whoever I am, I'm not who you think... You never even asked my name!

Joan:
With a figure like that, you don't need a name!

Freya Neilson:
[Talking about her sculptures] If I could explain these I wouldn't have to make them.

Joan:
Whoever I am, I'm not who you think... You never even asked my name!

Simon Wells:
With a figure like that, you don't need a name!

Freya Neilson:
You know, someone once told me, that when a bureaucrat wants to keep his job, he stamps everything 'Top Secret.' Is that true?

Bernard:
[Coyly] It's probably true, sometimes.

Freya Neilson:
I... hate your secrets, Bernard.

Bernard:
[Suddenly very hesitant] Freya, if I were to tell you... even a little *bit* about... what you call my 'secrets,'... I might be condemning you to death. Please trust my judgement.