“I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.”

“I, Geric-Sinath of Gerhard, declare that you're beautiful and you're perfect and I'll slay any man who tries to take you from my side. Goose girl, may I kiss you?”

“Stop what you're doing and listen to me. This is of the utmost importance… You look beautiful today!”

“If I was in a 9-6 job, I would want to come home and see someone pleasant on television. I don't mean that someone has to be extremely gorgeous, but there has to be a pleasant personality. The moment you look at a flower you feel nice — that is exactly what beauty does to a person. With good looks, things surely become easier.”

“Marcia: You look great, you're beautiful and this song suits you. You were being yourself and you did great.”

“I'll be looking at the moon,
but I'll be seeing you.”

“You're beautful. Yes you are, you're very very beautiful. Extremely beautiful.”

“Well," I said finally, knowing he was waiting, "you make me laugh."
He nodded. "And?"
"You're pretty good-looking."
"Pretty good-looking? I called you beautiful."
"You want to be beautiful?" I asked him.
"Are you saying I'm not?”

“Do you think that you're beautiful?
Inside or outside? Mmmmm… outside I don't think about that too much because I realise that's all very superficial. I'm more concerned about inside, and inside I think I'm alright… I'm OK inside. I don't think I'm perfect and I don't call myself beautiful but I'm definitely not ugly inside. I've got friends who aren't that so called pleasant to look at but inside I think they're beautiful.”

“Miriam: Look, don't fixate on the due date. It's just an approximation. Only 5 percent of babies actually arrive on it. Most come later, in fact.
Clarice: Great! How much later? Two days? Three?
Miriam: Let me give you a friendly tip, Clarice. Don't get too hung up on keeping a tight schedule for the next, say, eighteen years or so.”