Helen: Children owe their parents these little attentions.
Jo: I don't owe you a thing.

Helen: She can't do a thing for herself, that girl. Mind you don't gas yourself.

Helen: You're not very fond of work, are you?
Jo: No, I take after you.

Helen: You're wasting yourself.
Jo: So long as I don't waste anybody else.

Helen: I'm a free lance. Besides, I'm thinking of giving it up.

Jo: ...whatever else she may be, she isn't prejudiced against colour.

Boy: Women never have young minds. they are born three thousand years old.

Helen: I'd put you on films.
Jo: I'd sooner be on't streets. It's more honest.

Jo: Hello, Daddy.

Jo: I’m not planning big plans for this baby, or dreaming big dreams.

Jo: Why don't you leave me alone?

Helen: bearing a child doesn't place one under an obligation to it.

Peter: His name was Oedipus, he was a Greek I think. Well, the old bag turned out to be his mother

Jo: You know I used to try and hold my mother's hands, but she always used to pull them away from me.

Jo: I feel as though I could take care of the whole world. I even feel as though I could take care of you, too!

Jo: mind you don't gas yourself.