Helmer.
Nora! [Goes up to her and takes her playfully by the ear.] The same little featherhead! Suppose, now, that I borrowed fifty pounds today, and you spent it all in the Christmas week, and then on New Year‘s Eve a slate fell on my head and killed me, and-- - P6
Helmer.
You can‘t deny it, my dear little Nora. [Puts his arm round her waist.] It‘s a sweet little spendthrift, but she uses up a deal of money. One would hardly believe how expensive such little persons are! - P8
Helmer.
You are an odd little soul. Very like your father. You always find some new way of wheedling money out of me, and, as soon as you have got it, it seems to melt in your hands. You never know where it has gone. Still, one must take you as you are. It is in the blood; for indeed it is true that you can inherit these things, Nora. - P9
Helmer
[wagging his finger at her]. Hasn‘t Miss Sweet Tooth been breaking rules in town today?
Helmer.
Of course you couldn‘t, poor little girl. You had the best of intentions to please us all, and that‘s the main thing. But it is a good thing that our hard times are over. - P11
Rank.
Yes, he has some sort of appointment there. [To Mrs Linde.] I don‘t know whether you find also in your part of the world that there are certain people who go zealously snuffing about to smell out moral corruption, and, as soon as they have found some, put the person concerned into some lucrative position where they can keep their eye on him. Healthy natures are left out in the cold. - P27
Rank
[shrugging his shoulders]. Yes, there you are. That is the sentiment that is turning Society into a sick-house. - P27
Helmer.
Because such an atmosphere of lies infects and poisons the whole life of a home. Each breath the children take in such a house is full of the germs of evil. - P45
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