Quotes

Ada Doom: I saw something nasty in the woodshed!

Earl P. Neck: Sure you did, but did it see you, baby?

Flora Poste: It was winter. The grimmest hour of the darkest day of the year. The Golden Orb had almost disappeared behind the interlacing fingers of the hawthorn.

Flora Poste: When I am 53, I hope to write a novel as good as "Persuasion," but in a modern setting.

Earl P. Neck: I don't want sissies. It's red meat time in the movies.

Amos Starkadder: I'm going to go all about in a Ford van. Like the apostles of old, I'll go about the land.

Mybug: We met in London.

Amos Starkadder: Aye, the Devil's city. The stinking pit of whoredom.

Mrs. Smiling: In fact, when poetry is combined with ill-groomed hair and eccentric dress, it's generally fatal. You're very lucky, Elfine. He must have seen your finer points.

Flora Poste: I try to bring people around to the higher common sense.

Amos Starkadder: Seth, drain the well. There's a neighbor missing.

Amos Starkadder: Ye miserable, crawlin' worms. Are ye here again then? Have ye come like Nimshi, son of Rehoboam, secretly out of your doomed houses, to hear what's comin' to ye? Have ye come, old and young, sick and well, matrons and virgins, if there be any virgins amongst you, which is not likely, the world being in the wicked state that it is. Have ye come to hear me tell you of the great, crimson, licking flames of hell fire? Aye! You've come, dozens of ye. Like rats to the granary, like field mice when it's harvest home. And what good will it do ye? You're all damned! Damned! Do you ever stop to think what that word means? No, you don't. It means endless, horrifying torment! It means your poor, sinful bodies stretched out on red-hot gridirons, in the nethermost, fiery pit of hell and those demons mocking ye while they waves cooling jellies in front of ye. You know what it's like when you burn your hand, taking a cake out of the oven, or lighting one of them godless cigarettes? And it stings with a fearful pain, aye? And you run to clap a bit of butter on it to take the pain away, aye? Well, I'll tell ye, there'll be no butter in hell!

Sneller: [reading Flora's first telegram to Mary] Worst fears confirmed. Seth and Reuben too. Everything's changing. Send magazines!

Charles: If you get bored, where ever you are, phone. I'll come and rescue you in my plane.

Flora Poste: Have you a plane, Charles?

Charles: Ummmm. A Belisha Bat called Speed Cop II.

Flora Poste: Are you sure an embryo parson have a plane?

Charles: Everyone should have a plane.

Flora Poste: [laughing] Really, Charles!

Mybug: Miss Poste! Miss Poste! I'm engorgingly in love with you!

Mrs. Smiling: Of course you may stay here as long as you like. But I expect you should want to find some work to earn enough for a flat of your own.

Flora Poste: Work! What kind of work?

Mrs. Smiling: Oh, it's been ages since I've done any, but there must be something that would do... bookkeeping... beekeeping...

Flora Poste: Oh Charles. You do have heavenly teeth

Charles: Come on.