Petruchio: Why, there's a wench! Come on and kiss me, Kate.

Katherina: I knew you at the first. You were a moveable!
Petruchio: Why, what's a moveable?
Katherina: A stool like this!
[she kicks out the stool he was sitting on, and he falls on the floor].
Petruchio: Then sit on me!
[he pulls her down on his lap].
Katherina: [hitting at Petruchio] Our asses are made to bear and so are you!
Petruchio: Women are made to bear and so are you!
Katherina: Not such a load as yours if me you mean!

Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp! In faith you are too angry!
Katherina: If I be waspish, best beware my sting!
Petruchio: My remedy then is to pluck it out!
Katherina: Hah! Aye, if the fool could find where it lies!
Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his sting? In his tail!
Katherina: In his tongue!
Petruchio: Whose tongue?
Katherina: Yours! -if you talk of tales, and so farewell!
Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail?

Petruchio: Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.
Katherina: Moved? In good time. Let him that moved you hither RE-move you hence!

The Priest: [all smiles] Katarina...
[she gives him a look; he draws back]. The Priest: Katarina, wilt thou take Petruchio to be thy lawful wedded husband?
Katherina: [she throws back her veil, gives a huge smile that turns into a huge angry look] I... Will...
[Petruchio kisses her passionately before she can say, "Not!" and the crowd cheers].

Petruchio: [to his servants] This is the way to kill a wife with kindness.

Tranio: The wench is stark mad or wonderful forward.

Petruchio: Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!

Katherina: Asses are made to bear, and so are you!
Petruchio: Women are made to bear, and so are you!

Katherina: Of all things living, a man's the worst!

Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail?

Petruchio: Will you, nill you, I will marry you.

Petruchio: I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua. If wealthily, then happily, in Padua.

The Priest: [for the umpteenth time, rapid-fire] Petruchio, wilt thou take Katarina to be thy lawful wedded wife?
Petruchio: [drunk] Ah, Marry, I will!

Petruchio: [on the morning after the disastrous wedding night] How fares my Kate?
Katherina: [gives him a very long look, then] Ill.

Petruchio: Mistress, what cheer?
Katherina: [deliberately] Faith, as cold as can be.

Baptista: [Petruchio is chasing Katherina across a tiled rooftop] Signior Petruchio?
[Petruchio stops with one foot in the air and laughs].
Baptista: How speed you with your wooing?
Petruchio: How but well, sir, how but well? It were impossible I should speed amiss!

Katherina: [Petruchio has addressed Vincentio as a young woman and indicated Katherina should do likewise] Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet, wither away or where is thy abode? Oh, happy the parents of so fair a child... happier the man whom favorable stars will allot for his lovely bedfellow.
[she turns to go].
Petruchio: Why, how now, Kate,I hope thou art not mad. This a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered and not a maiden as thou sayest he is.
Katherina: [turns back, still in the spirit of the game] Oh, pardon, old father, for my mistaking eyes that have been so bedazzled by the...
[she looks at Petruchio for confirmation].
Katherina: sun?
[he nods yes]. Katherina: that everything I see is green and young.