- Astrid: Darling, have you seen the morning paper? I won! What do you say to that?
- Bo Swedenhielm: I'll never bet against you again, you clever fox.
- Astrid: [giggles] That's probably a good idea.
- Bo Swedenhielm: Mammi, I haven't had a bite to eat all day and now I'm simply famished.
- Marta Boman: I understand completely.
- Bo Swedenhielm: Come here, dear.
- Marta Boman: So, what do you want, little one?
- Bo Swedenhielm: You know what I mean to say before I even think it. One sandwich with Russian caviar, one with salmon, one with sardines, one with roast veal and cucumber, five with tongue and lots of cheese. And one cold beer and a small glass of liquor would be nice.
- Astrid: Darling. Good morning.
- Rolf Swedenhielm: Good morning. It's good morning for the young ones - and good evening for the old ones.
- Rolf Swedenhielm: You don't sell one's birthright for a mess of pottage. Our honor is our birthright.
- Astrid: Yes, and I'm the pottage.
- Rolf Swedenhielm: Very tasty.
- Rolf Swedenhielm j:r: Not one word about the Nobel Prize. Mutti, I'm sure we won't get it this year either.
- Marta Boman: They don't give out Nobel Prizes for being crazy.
- Rolf Swedenhielm: Look at me! They've taken everything from me. My earnings, my glory, and my fortune. But there's one thing they can't take away from me: my honor. I've carried it in my hands like a precious treasure. I'll never let go of it. I was made out to be an unsuccessful genius and they've called me a madman. So what of it? This madman is happy anyway, because he carries his name with pride.
- Astrid: If Bo doesn't want me, I'll marry you instead.
- Marta Boman: As for what's honorable and what's dishonorable, do you really know the difference?
- Bo Swedenhielm: Sometimes it's hard to know.
- Marta Boman: Yes, that's what I mean.
- Marta Boman: One must take care of oneself, that's the best thing to do. And one should earn one's money by honest means. That's better in the long run.
- Astrid: Listen, Mammi. You sound more like the Swedenhielms than the Swedenhielms themselves.
- Julia Swedenhielm: [singing] The winds are shaking my tree, And when I put my apples away, I let all my friends have a taste, What of it?
- Astrid: You sure are a clever one.
- Bo Swedenhielm: What do you mean by that?
- Astrid: Your lips betray what your lips deny.