Lottie: Did you know Keats?
Mrs. Fisher: Keats! No I didn't, and I didn't know Shakespeare or Chaucer either.
Caroline: I want to just sit and not talk and not have to be the centre of attention all the time. You know what that's like don't you?
Mrs. Fisher: [to Lottie] I hope you're not in the habit of seeing dead people, however distinguished - it's not in the best of taste! I'm sure the last thing I would want to see is my late husband Mr. Fisher crossing the road in front of my house.
Mrs. Fisher: That's a beautiful dress...
Caroline: No I've had it a hundred years.
Mrs. Fisher: ...but you must be very cold in it. Its easy to catch a chill here after dark. You look as if you had nothing on underneath.
Caroline: I haven't.
Mellersh Wilkins: Lady Caroline, housekeeping for a party that includes my wife - you render me speechless! You do know she's the daughter of Lord Dester, THE Lord Dester?
Mrs. Fisher: Ah! Well that accounts for it then. The botch-up her father made in his department during the war was a national scandal!
Mellersh Wilkins: They never could actually prove anything.
Caroline: It's odd how ones mind slips sideways in a place like this.
Mrs. Fisher: All my dead friends don't seem worth reading tonight. They always say the same things. Good things, but always the same.
Rose: Caroline's right. The mind slips sideways. How could I invite him? What would we talk about? The truth is... I bore him, and there's no way back. No, if you bore somebody, it's almost impossible to un-bore him.