The Emperor Waltz

Isabella:
Who is he?

Elderly nobleman:
The most vulgar, impossible, obnoxious, ill-mannered...

Princess Bitotska:
In one word, he's an American!

Chamberlain:
You're a nihilist - that's what you are!

Virgil Smith:
I am not! I'm a Presbyterian!

Baron Holenia:
The Hungarian officer playing cards... that's Prince Istvan Barlossy de Baloshasa.

Johanna Augusta Franziska:
Hmmm... I met him in Budapest. Didn't like him very much.

Baron Holenia:
Nonsense! Since then he's inherited half of Buda and a large part of Pest.

Baron Holenia:
I am not narrow-minded! I could even forgive him being an American if he belonged to one of those Vander, Astor, uh, Rocker, uh, families. But a Mr. Smith?

Princess Bitotska:
The Lafuentes have more of everything. In fact, most of their children were born with eleven fingers.

Baron Holenia:
[optimistically] In this, our moment of sorrow, I venture to offer some consolation. There will be other days. She'll give us some puppies yet.

Dr. Zwieback:
Yes, that's the way to look at it. Come spring and we can count on another litter.

Emperor Franz-Josef:
[sadly] Hmmm... the question is - can I count on another spring?

Emperor Franz-Josef:
[about Virgil] We both agreed that with him you had only one chance in a million to be happy

Johanna Augusta Franziska:
Your majesty thinks that I am happy? Isn't one chance in a million better than no chance at all?

Emperor Franz-Josef:
My dear, you are much to pretty for mathematics.