Roberta Finklestein: A nanny? You’re not from Trinidad. You’re from the upper East side of Manhattan. Did we send you to college for this?
Aram Finklestein: You always said you just wanted me to be happy.
Roberta Finklestein: Within reason. This is not how you contribute to the world.
Aram Finklestein: Mom, you worked for Ralph Lauren.
Roberta Finklestein: People need clothes.
Emma: Now, my dear child you should get some sleep.
Emilia: Oh, not yet. I meant, what happened between you and Michael?
Emma: Oh. [sighs] Priorities.
Emilia: He liked boys better than girls?
Emma: Uh, Not then. I. . .Well, how should I know? We didn’t talk about it quite so openly in those days. No, I meant Michael knew that my priority was dancing.
Emilia: Are you sorry?
Emma: No, I don’t believe in being sorry. We are what we are.
Jane: Wow. Why do you have so many Eiffel Towers?
Sadie: I love Paris.
Jane: What do you like about Paris?
Sadie: The Arc de Triomphe. Champs-Élysées. Petit Palais. I love it all. [Jane picks up a snowglobe and shakes it] Don’t touch anything! Put it down.
Jane: Sorry. [Sits back down]. The Eiffel Tower in Vegas is pretty cool.
Delysia: [during an air-raid drill] Guinevere, I’m scared!
Guinevere Pettigrew: It’s just a drill, I’m sure it’s just a drill.
Delysia: But it won’t always be, will it? We’re going to war, aren’t we?
Guinevere Pettigrew: Yes we are. And that is why you must not waste a second of this precious life. Listen to me. Once I too had ambitions. Not your grand ones, simple ambitions. Marriage, children and a house of our own. He died, in the mud in France. A good, solid man. You would call him dull, no doubt, but he smiled whenever he saw me and we could’ve built a life on that. Your heart knows the truth, Delysia. Trust it.