- Traviata: He never gives me a cello lesson. I abase myself. I lie in his bed begging for one. He just pinches my ear and whispers: "I have taught you the rudiments of cello playing: to open your legs." He's course! There he sleeps in his shameless nudity.
- Humlan: I'm Bumble Bee. Am I in the biography?
- Cornelius: Bumble Bee?
- Humlan: Bumble Bee, his mistress. Of course!
- Cornelius: But... just now the Master... a lady... who was not his wife.
- Humlan: That wasn't his official mistress. Because that's me! You're quite a doll. Shall I show you his bedroom?
- Cornelius: That'd be interesting. But isn't he... ?
- Humlan: Silly! Not in his bedroom! Come! Come, come! Come, come, come, come, come, come, come!
- Jillker: I know a way you can see Felix.
- Cornelius: At last we understand each other.
- Jillker: Felix has a little weakness.
- Cornelius: Women.
- Jillker: Don't you see? Why not dress you up as a woman?
- Cornelius: You're crazy!
- Jillker: The whole house is crazy. You must be adaptable. Never mind your virile looks. His appetite is insatiable. I'll give him your picture and say you've been pining to meet him.