But it was from you that I learnt really nice manners;
and that is what makes one a lady, isn’t it?

But do you know what began my real education?
Your calling me Miss Doolittle that day
when I first came to Wimpole Street.
That was the beginning of self-respect for me. 

The difference between a lady and a flower girl
is not how she behaves, but how she’s treated.

I am a child in your country.
I have forgotten my own language,
and can speak nothing but yours.

- Eliza Doolittle, Act 5,
PYGMALION by
GEORGE BERNARD SHAW.

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