Book: Pygmalion

No, Eliza, act like a lady: think about the future of other people, but never about his own.
No, Eliza, do as lady does: think of other people's futures but never of your own.

I am ready to explain, try to explain, I must explain!

Eliza, if you say again that you are a good girl, daddy will take you home.

What all people have feelings, like me.

I do not want to speak intelligently. I want to speak like a lady.

That's great! What's all the noise? "No she has no parents". The girl nobody owns and nobody wants but me.

The women all turned upside down. Try to let the woman in your life, and you'll see she needs one thing and you another.

Yes, that's what I hate: idiots that even Boobs can't be all the rules.

Soul, you see, is very expensive. To keep it is much more expensive than, say, a car.

In matters of feelings I don't recognize the transactions.

After all, people have their virtues and vices are not found on shelves. All this mixed together.

Independence! This blasphemous invention of the bourgeoisie. We all depend on each other, all living people.

A woman who makes such an ugly and pathetic sounds has no right to live! Remember that you are a human being, endowed with soul and the divine gift of articulate speech, that your native language is the language of Shakespeare, Milton and the Bible. And stop kahketi like a hoarse chicken.

Yes, you are a real Devil! You are able to twist the soul turn out like other hand, to put the man on his knees.