Mr. Simms: [smiling] I hope you like Gilbert and Sullivan.
Mrs. Adela Bradley: Frankly, Doctor, I wish they'd never met.
George Moody: Would a gentleman escort a lady into dinner on this side or this?
Mrs. Simms: A gentleman would know.
Mrs. Adela Bradley: [addressing the students and faculty] But society is changing. Last year we women won the right to vote; Amelia Earhart flew the Atlantic; who knows, one day a woman might be Prime Minister. I was expelled from Harleigh Heights. Had I stayed I might well have come to believe in home, harmony, humility, and gone on to lead a life of jam-making and gin rummy, and Chalfont St Giles. So, girls, before you settle for the little life, remember the world is now your oyster, and, provided you believe in yourselves, there is nothing you cannot achieve.
George Moody: [reading the plaque in the main hallway of the finishing school] "Home, Harmony, Humility."
Mrs. Adela Bradley: Hogwash.
[Adela and George have just arrived at Adela's old school]
George Moody: I bet this brings back memories - happiest days of your life, and all that.
Mrs. Adela Bradley: The *longest*, certainly.
George Moody: How exactly would you define "finishing school", ma'am?
Mrs. Adela Bradley: It's a sort of farm where they grow wives and mothers. Where young women are sent to be "finished".
Mrs. Adela Bradley: [to the camera] Which is precisely what they *will* be if they believe half the twaddle they're taught here.