Maxim de Winter: I’m asking you to marry me, you little fool.
Jack Favell: I say, marriage with Max is not exactly a bed of roses, is it?
The Second Mrs. de Winter: I’m not the sort of woman men marry.
Mrs. Edythe Van Hopper: Most girls would give their eyes for the chance to see Monte!
Maxim de Winter: Wouldn’t that kind of defeat the purpose?
Mrs. Danvers: She knew everyone that mattered. Everyone loved her.
The Second Mrs. de Winter: No, it’s not too late. You’re not to say that. I love you more than anything in the world. Oh, please Maxim, kiss me please.
Maxim de Winter: No, it’s no use. It’s too late.
Maxim de Winter: I can’t forget what it’s done to you. I’ve been thinking of nothing else since it happened. It’s gone forever, that funny young, lost look I loved won’t ever come back. I killed that when I told you about Rebecca. It’s gone. In a few hours, you’ve grown so much older.
Maxim de Winter: Have a look at “The Times”; there’s a thrilling article on what’s the matter with English cricket!
Maxim de Winter: I knew where Rebecca’s body was, lying on that cabin floor at the bottom of the sea.
Mrs. de Winter: How did you know, Maxim?
Maxim de Winter: Because… I put it there.
Jack Favell: I’d like to have your advice on how to live comfortably without working hard.