| Viktor Komarovsky | No doubt they'll sing in tune after the revolution |
| Dr. Yuri Zhivago | You lay life on a table and cut out all the tumors of injustice. Marvelous. |
| Komarovsky | You, my dear, are a slut. | |
| Lara | I am not! | |
| Komarovsky | We'll see. |
| Tonya | Yuri, there's an extraordinary girl at this party. | |
| Dr. Yuri Zhivago | I know. I'm dancing with her. |
| Comrade Yelkin | Your discharge papers? | |
| Dr. Yuri Zhivago | Oh, yes. I signed them myself, I'm afraid. | |
| Comrade Yelkin | Holy Cross? | |
| Dr. Yuri Zhivago | What? Holy Cross Hospital. It's on-- | |
| Tonya | --The Second Reformed Hospital. | |
| Dr. Yuri Zhivago | Good. It needed reforming. |
| Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago | He was walking about with a noose round his neck and didn't know. |
| Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago | I lied. But he believed me. And it struck me through to see that my opinion mattered. |
| Domestic | $111,721,910 |
| Foreign | +$0 |
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| Domestic | $111,721,910 |