Helene: [puzzled at his formality] Can you help me?
Helene: I'm really a very shy person, too. I mean if George hadn't asked me to audition, I would have never have met you. [Harry walks away while Helene is nervously facing away from him] You're really the person who's helped me to overcome my fear. [Turns and sees Harry gone and that he has retreated back into the store]
Harry[at Helene's insistence, reading a passage fromRomeo and Juliet, which she has given to him as a gift after the final performance of A Streetcar Named Desire]: I take thee at thy word, call me but love... and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth... [to Helene] — I never will be Romeo — never.
Helene[exasperated, wanting to speak to him directly, but returning to the lines of the play]: What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?
Harry: By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee...[continues reading from Romeo and Juliet]
Bert: I've never seen such a change in anybody in my life. They sure are creating a stir around here.
Helene: [taking this as a cue to speak lines of Gwendolen Fairfax, from the play]: Pray don't talk to me about the weather, Mr. Worthing. Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain they mean something else...
Harry[improvising with Helene slightly on lines from The Importance of Being Earnest]: Miss Fairfax, ever since I met you — I've admired you more than any girl I have ever met since I met you.
Helene: Yes, I'm quite aware of that fact — and my ideal has always been to love — someone with the name Ernest. — And then there is something in that name that inspires absolute confidence.
Harry: Do you mean — you love me too — Gwendolen?
Helene: Passionately! My own Ernest.
Harry: But you don't mean to say that you couldn't love me if my name wasn't Ernest?
Helene: But your name is Ernest.
Harry: But, Yes, I know — it is — but supposing it was something else? Do you mean to say you couldn't love me then?
Helene: But — that's clearly metaphysical speculation...
Harry: I must say — I think there are lots of other much nicer names. Harry, for instance — that's a charming name.
Helene: Harry? ... No, there's very little music in the name Harry, if any at all... It doesn't thrill.
Harry: I must get christened at once — I mean we must get married at once.
Helene: Married, Mr. Worthing?
Harry: Surely. You know that I love you, and you've led me to believe — that you're not absolutely indifferent to me.
Helene: I adore you. But you haven't proposed to me yet.
Harry: May I propose to you now?
Helene: I think this is an admirable opportunity — but — in order to spare you any possible disappointment — I think it only fair to tell you quite frankly beforehand — that — I'm totally determined to accept you.
Helene: Yes, Mr. Worthing, do you have something to say to me?
Harry: Will you marry me?
Helene: Of course I will, darling. And how long you have been in getting to it! I don't think you've had much practice in how to propose.
Harry: I've never loved anyone in the [[world] but you.
Helene: I hope that after we marry, you'll always look at me just like this.
Helene: Well, George, you know this week I've been pursued by Mark Antony, and romanced by Henry Higgins, loved by Henry the Fifth, and — I was just proposed to — by Ernest Worthing. Now don't you think that I'm just about the luckiest girl in town?
George: Listen, not only do I think so, but most of the women in town think so too, wouldn't you say?
George: I don't know if you've heard or not, but I've been asked to direct the next play.
Helene: George, that's wonderful!
George: Thank you. I was just wondering if you two might be available for the cast.
Helene[after Harry whispers a response into her ear]: Who are we this time?