- [last lines]
- Lionel Hardcastle: May I ask you something before you go?
- Margaret Butterworth: Provided it's not about Gary.
- Lionel Hardcastle: No, it's about the late Mr. Butterworth. Did you say he was in feeds or peas?
- Margaret Butterworth: Aeronautics.
- Margaret Butterworth: [to Jean] I wanted to ask you a question before I go.
- Jean Hardcastle: Providing it's not about Lionel.
- Lionel Hardcastle: Not directly. It's about that little film he's written.
- Jean Hardcastle: Oh, it's bound to be a huge success. What was the question?
- Margaret Butterworth: Well, oddly enough I do remember what information I managed to wring out of you last night. It's... a love story.
- Lionel Hardcastle: Just fiction.
- Margaret Butterworth: Of course. But you were the girl in it.
- Jean Hardcastle: Yes, I was the girl in it.
- Lionel Hardcastle: She still is.
- Margaret Butterworth: Always was, I suppose.
- [first lines]
- Sandy: [pointing at something in the newspaper] They're never her own, are they?
- Judith: No way! Well at least I hope not.
- Sandy: The legs are six feet long as well.
- Judith: Let's console ourselves with the fact that intellectually she's a vacuum.
- Sandy: We don't know that, do we?
- Judith: No, but we can think it.