Humbert: I missed you. I missed you a lot.
Lolita: Well I haven’t missed you. In fact, I’ve been revoltingly unfaithful to you. But it doesn’t matter, because you don’t care about me anymore anyway.
Humbert: What makes you think I don’t care about you?
Lolita: Well you haven’t kissed me yet, have you?
Humbert Humbert: What I heard then was the melody of children at play. Nothing but that. And I knew that the hopelessly poignant thing was not Lolita’s absence from my side, but the absence of her voice from that chorus.
Humbert Humbert: Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta.
Humbert Humbert: We had been everywhere. We had really seen nothing.
Clare Quilty: He can smell if you’re sweet. He likes sweet young people. People like you.