Louisa Bradley: Elliott, who is this man you invited to dinner tonight?
Elliott Templeton: He's an English author.
[Referring to W. Somerset Maugham]
Elliott Templeton: He's quite alright. In fact he's quite famous. So pretend you've heard of him even if you haven't.

Isabel Bradley: [Referring to Sophie MacDonald] She's an awful woman. She's bad, bad, bad! She's soused from morning to night.
W. Somerset Maugham: That doesn't necessarily mean she's bad. Quite a number of respectable citizens get drunk and do silly things... I call a person bad who lies and cheats and is unkind.
Isabel Bradley: If you're going to take her part, I'll kill you.
W. Somerset Maugham: I'd prefer it if you gave me a cup of tea.

Elliott Templeton: [Recounting a series of rejected invitations] And then when I asked him to dinner, he said he couldn't come because he had no evening clothes. If I live to be a hundred I shall never understand how any young man can come to Paris without evening clothes.
Louisa Bradley: [Referring to the turning down of the invitations] Maybe he just didn't want to.
Elliott Templeton: That's the most incredible reason for refusing an invitation I've ever heard in my life.

Elliott Templeton: I do not like the propinquity of the hoi polloi.

Elliott Templeton: The enjoyment of art is the only remaining ecstasy that's neither immoral nor illegal.