- Edmund Lovett: [walks up to pet store window] There was a time when birds flew free.
- Sam: Edmund, should I tell you my miracle cure for everything that ails ya?
- Edmund Lovett: I'd like to hear it, yeah.
- Sam: Cheer up!
- Denise: I do not mean to be in love.
- Miss Audrey: Oh lord, it is Mr. Moray.
- Denise: I truly do not wish to feel this way, Miss Audrey. Every day I try to stop myself. I tell myself it's hopeless, I try to push away the feelings... They insist. They will not be quieted.
- Miss Audrey: Oh Lord. I want you listen carefully, child. You are doomed. Feelings are only feelings. Feelings pass if we do not act on them. If, however, you stray into that treacherous world of divulgence...
- Denise: I would never dream of telling Mr. Moray.
- Miss Audrey: You would not be the first girl who found herself overcome by the moment. Let me speak most simply. Once he is your employ, you are free to be his pet, his little champion. And he will foster your advancement. One kiss, and you will be a woman to him. You will be as Clara is - permission to remain, but never to advance. Any form of favor towards you would be tainted. You have ambition. I do not know what might become of such ambition in a woman, but I do know a kiss will destroy it.
- Denise: What should I do?
- Miss Audrey: Devotion to a new cause. The mission of denial.