“I am afraid it is quite clear, Cecily, that neither of us is engaged to be married to any one.”

“Oh, I don’t care about Jack. I don’t care for anybody in the whole world but you. I love you, Cecily. You will marry me, won’t you?You silly boy! Of course. Why, we have been engaged for the last three months.For the last three months?”

“Jack: [Slowly and hesitatingly] “Gwendolen–Cecily–it is very painful for me to be forced to speak the truth. It is the first time in my life that I have ever been reduced to such a painful position, and I am really quite inexperienced in doing anything of the kind.”

“I hope, Cecily, I shall not offend you if I state quite frankly and openly that you seem to me to be in every way the visible personification of absolute perfection.”

“I have never met any really wicked person before. I feel rather frightened. I am so afraid he will look just like every one else.”

“An admirable idea! Mr. Worthing, there is just one question I would like to be permitted to put to you. Where is your brother Ernest? We are both engaged to be married to your brother Ernest, so it is a matter of some importance to us to know where your brother Ernest is at present.”

“MISS PRISMMemory, my dear Cecily, is the diary that we all carry about with us.”