Dr. Lanyon: “Perhaps you’re forgetting, you’re engaged to Muriel?”
Dr. Jekyll: “Forgotten it? Can a man dying of thirst forget water?”

Mr. Hyde: “Perhaps you prefer a gentleman.  One of those fine-mannered and honourable gentlemen; those panting hypocrites who like your legs but talk about your garters.”

Dr. Jekyll: “I have no soul.  I’m beyond the pale; I’m one of the living dead!”