- Linda: Where would I ever find another man like Bob? A man who could discuss Sartre, the greats of literature, sculpture, painting, read poetry aloud, calmly and serenely, while I'm nude?
- MacCormack (segment "Two Against One"): Nude?
- Linda: Nude.
- Linda: I wish this night would never end. It's wonderful. Once again, my bed has become the Arcade in Athens - a sacred place of thought.
- Jean (segment "Funeral Procession"): Paulette. Have you ever tasted milk fresh from the cow before they take all the goodness from it? Ah, I'll bring it to you - every morning in bed.
- Maria Teresa: Oh! Oh! Georgio! Nanette? Oh, Georg! Nanette! Oh! In my own house. In my own room. And in my own bed! Oh, Georgio!
- Pimp: Hey! What is this? The social hour? There's a customer down there been straining at the leash for a half-hour! Go on! Get to it!
- Prostitute I: Slave driver! He'd even make me work on Christmas Eve.
- Prostitute II: You know, if we got ourselves organized we could go on strike every once in a while.
- Prostitute III: What a great idea. There are thousands of hungry little housewives just waiting to take our place.
- Jeannine (segment "Amateur Night"): Is your husband light or dark?
- Maria Teresa: He's dark.
- Jeannine (segment "Amateur Night"): Okay, then we'd better get you a blond. Hey, the baby doctor.
- Prostitute II: No, no, that one smacks you around while he's at it.
- Prostitute III: And he never pays up, either.
- Jeannine (segment "Amateur Night"): But she's just out for revenge. She could go for free.
- Prostitute III: Oh, no, you don't! That would wreck the market! Make them pay, and through the nose!
- Jeannine (segment "Amateur Night"): Whatever she gets, she's got to frame it and put it on the mantelpiece. And then her husband - never forgets it.
- Prostitute III: No, she should leave him in the dark. One day, you tell him you made it with another man. The day after, you deny the whole thing, understand? And he'll follow you around like a little dog, because he isn't sure. That's the way they all are.
- Jeannine (segment "Amateur Night"): And women are worse. There is one poor girl I know who keeps her man in clover and the doctors have even told her he's a mental case. But he feels like a god - because she's working for him and he takes care of her twice a day and she even went out and bought him an air conditioner.
- Prostitute III: Who is this poor idiot?
- Jeannine (segment "Amateur Night"): It's me!
- Bitter Thirty (segment "Amateur Night"): Don't forget your husband. When you saw him all wrapped up in your bed, kissing your friend.
- Maria Teresa: She's not my friend! She's a cheap whore!
- Bitter Thirty (segment "Amateur Night"): Good! Keep it up! Even if you insult the business.
- Linda: A bed! That's what you were thinking of, wasn't it? A bed?
- MacCormack (segment "Two Against One"): Oh, no, no, no. I was thinking of a chest of drawers.
- Linda: [seating on the floor, nude, reading aloud, T.S. Elliot] "Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, the muttering retreats of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels, And sawdust restaurants with oyster shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument, Of insidious intent, To lead you to an overwhelming question." What a beautiful atmosphere we've created here.
- Cenci (segment "Two Against One"): Perfect!
- Linda: Tired?
- Cenci (segment "Two Against One"): As far as I'm concerned, you can go on till dawn.
- MacCormack (segment "Two Against One"): This - *victory* of the spirit over the flesh!
- Linda: Yes. Yes! Well put. Very, very well put.
- Cenci (segment "Two Against One"): *I* feel like a hermit, high in a tower above the world, beyond sex.
- Linda: That's it. That's it. Oh! That's it! That's it. That's it. Yes, that's it. That's it! That's it! La-la-la-la. It - It - It. Oh, that's it. That's it! La-la-la. That's it. Oh, we're angels!
- Linda: What would you two be willing to do for me?
- MacCormack (segment "Two Against One"): I'll marry you. Aye, I'll get a divorce and marry you.
- Cenci (segment "Two Against One"): Big deal. In your country, you can't get a divorce. If Linda asks me to throw myself out the window - I'll do it.
- Linda: Beautiful. Perfect.
- MacCormack (segment "Two Against One"): Perfect!
- Linda: Jump.
- Cenci (segment "Two Against One"): Morally, I'm already down there, smeared out on the asphalt - like a bat.
- Linda: All right, which one did it? Which one touched me?
- Cenci (segment "Two Against One"): I'm as still as a statue! Ants could even crawl on me!
- MacCormack (segment "Two Against One"): Well, I was fallin' asleep!
- Linda: It's a disgrace! You ought to be ashamed! You have sent a dream up in smoke - destroyed a spiritual relationship. A friendship, reverting to the age of the caveman. Look at you! Look at you - insensitive mummies! And we wonder why there are still wars? - - And in front of two creatures, the likes of you, I don't even have the courage to show myself as God made me. The hypocrisy returns to suffocate us.
- Rik (segment "Super Simone"): By Chapter Eleven, Ivan has become dirt under her feet. She dances all over him like a harem girl on a leopard skin rug.
- Pretty woman (segment "Super Simone"): Edith! I read your husband's story this week. It's fantastic! He's absolutely genius.
- Edith: Thank you.
- Pretty woman (segment "Super Simone"): Where does he find all these extraordinary women? They are so crazy, so unexpected. You know, my husband, last month, he went wild over that cute little nympho.
- Rik (segment "Super Simone"): I've gotta get down to work. New ideas, new ideas. Lots of them. I had one last night. Simone comes to visit some of her friends and they're at the dining room table. She rides into the dining room on horseback and you know how? Nude.
- Dr. Xavier (segment "Super Simone"): So, did our little girl hurt herself?
- Edith: No, it's nothing, really. It's nothing. Actually, a good bruise would look nice on me.
- Eve: You better do something! You just better do something! That is, of course, unless you're a frightened, yellow chicken. And don't you forget: I don't go to bed with frightened, yellow, clucking chickens!
- Claudie (segment "Snow"): I know his type. Just content looking around, to follow along and look. They dream all over your legs. And in the summer, when there is more showing, they use the rest of you.
- Jeanne: I saw him peeking at you. I'm sure he's after you.
- Claudie (segment "Snow"): Or both of us, if he's modern.