Becky: Two men and two men only will enter my bedchamber. My husband and the doctor.

Becky: Are you trying to steer me towards an indiscretion?
Rawdon: Would you like me to?
Becky: No man has managed it yet.

Miss Matilda Crawley: Oh, please tell me there's something disreputable in your past.
Becky: Well, my father was an artist.
Miss Matilda Crawley: Ah, that's better, a starving one I hope.
Becky: Absolutely ravenous.