Rufus T. Firefly: Remember, you're fighting for this woman's honour, which is probably more than she ever did.

Colonel Hugh Pickering: [on telephone to Scotland Yard] No, she's no relation, no. What? Well, just let's call her a "good friend", shall we? I beg your pardon! Listen to me, my man, I don't like the tenor of that question - what we do with her is our affair - your affair is bringing her back so we can continue doing it!

Tafas: Here you may drink...
[Lawrence nods and takes out his canteen to drink water]
Tafas: One cup.
[pointing the tincup]
T.E. Lawrence: [Lawrence pours in some water] You do not drink?
Tafas: No.
[Tafas shakes his head like saying no]
T.E. Lawrence: I'll drink when you do.
Tafas: I am *Bedu*.
[Lawrence pours back the water in the tincup to canteen]

Auda abu Tayi: What troubles the Englishman?
Sherif Ali: The one he killed is the one he brought out of the Nafud.
Auda abu Tayi: It was written then. Better to have left him there.

[first lines]
Colonel Brighton: He was the most extraordinary man I ever knew.
Vicar at St. Paul's: Well nil nisi bonum. But did he really deserve... all this?
Colonel Brighton: He was a remarkable chap. By any counts, remarkable.
Vicar at St. Paul's: Did you know him well?
Colonel Brighton: I knew him.

Howard Roark: I don't give or ask for help!

Ellsworth Toohey: I feel it is my duty to offer you my advice.
Gail Wynand: Whom do you recommend?
Ellsworth Toohey: The rising star of the profession, Peter Keating. No other architect can equal his ability. That Mr. Wynant, is my sincere opinion.
Gail Wynand: I believe you.
Ellsworth Toohey: You do?
Gail Wynand: Of course, but Mr. Toohey, why should I consider your opinion?
Ellsworth Toohey: Well, after all, I am the architectural critic of The Banner.
Gail Wynand: My dear Toohey, don;t confuse me with my readers!

Eve Harrington: I will regard this great honor not so much as an award for what I have achieved, but a standard to hold against what I have yet to accomplish.

Father Chuck O'Malley: Hail, Alma Mater, thy time-honored halls shall echo with our praise till we die; and round our hearts are the ivy-covered walls of East St. Louis High.

Sherif Ali: I do not understand this. Your father's name is Chapman...
T.E. Lawrence: Ali, he didn't marry my mother.
Sherif Ali: I see.
T.E. Lawrence: I'm sorry.
Sherif Ali: It seems to me that you are free to choose your own name, then.