- Dr. Syn: You're very fond of Imogene, aren't you?
- Denis Cobtree: I am.
- Dr. Syn: So am I. Then we're rivals. You're going back to London. Don't leave her with a broken heart.
- Denis Cobtree: There's no chance of that. If there's to be a broken heart, it's more likely to be mine.
- Dr. Syn: I'm thinking of Imogene's happiness.
- Denis Cobtree: You mean, she's not in my class?
- Dr. Syn: Yes.
- Denis Cobtree: That's an argument as old as the hills and it doesn't impress me!
- Dr. Syn: Denis, promise me you'll go away from here and think it over.
- Denis Cobtree: I won't go away, Dr Syn, but I promise you I'll think it over.
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: Well, well - the answer to a sailor's prayers.
- [she giggles]
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: Oh - you can laugh!
- Imogene Clegg: When I have cause!
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: How do they call you?
- Imogene Clegg: The gentlemen with politeness and the others with respect.
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: What are you staring at?
- Jerry Jerk: I can tie that knot!
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: Good for you, boy! Going to be a navy man when you grow up, eh?
- Jerry Jerk: No - a hangman. I want to string 'em up, and let 'em down.
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: What's this?
- Mrs. Waggetts, Pub Owner: Tar for the nets.
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: And this?
- Mrs. Waggetts, Pub Owner: White varnish for the oars and fancy pieces.
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: Are you sure it isn't white Hollands gin? Draw me a glass of it?
- Mipps the Coffin Maker: Draw you a glass of white varnish?
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: You heard me. Give him a glass.
- Collyer's Bo'sun: Don't smell like white varnish.
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: And it doesn't look like white varnish.
- Mrs. Waggetts, Pub Owner: [laughing] But it *is* white varnish.
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: Why couldn't you tell me?
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: [sarcastically] Try a drop o' tar now, captain?
- Collyer's Bo'sun: I 'ope it ain't much further, Captain - my bunions is givin' me trouble!
- Capt. Howard Collyer, R.N.: Oh - you think too much about your bunions, Bo'sun.
- Collyer's Bo'sun: Maybe I do, Captain, but you've got a 'orse!
- Rash the Schoolmaster: You know where you'll end?
- Jerry Jerk: No, Mr Rash.
- Rash the Schoolmaster: On the scaffold! Now be off!
- Jerry Jerk: You know what I'll be doing on that scaffold? Fixing the noose round your ugly neck!
- Mipps the Coffin Maker: We did that neat Mrs Waggetts, very neat.
- Mrs. Waggetts, Pub Owner: You're a comfort to me Mr Mipps, you are indeed.
- Mipps the Coffin Maker: Not o' that now, none o' that. A man in the death trade should keep single. He sees enough misery without marryin'.