- Genevieve Cliveden-Banks: What would a woman like you be going to America for?
- Mrs. Midget: My own affairs, ma'am. My reasons. Private.
- Genevieve Cliveden-Banks: Do you know what I think, Mr. Lingley? I think the woman is an international adventuress. A spy.
- Mrs. Midget: Oh, no, sir, it's not that. Don't believe a word of it, it's not true!
- Mr. Lingley: It's all right. Go away! She doesn't mean it.
- Mrs. Midget: Thank you, sir. I may not know the manners of Society, ma'am, and if they're such as yours, I do not want to. With such terse remarks, I shuts up, being sorry for anything I've said.
- Genevieve Cliveden-Banks: Grotesque.
- Reverend William Duke: Why it's Thompson, Tim Thompson, same as ever!
- Reverend Tim Thompson: Looking like a character that stepped out of the middle ages, eh?
- Reverend William Duke: Oh yes, Ferguson said that.
- Reverend Tim Thompson: And what did you say? Let him go right back there!
- Henry Bergner: Why don't you tell them?
- Scrubby: And shock? Throw them into a panic? No. They have to find out for themselves. In their own time. In their own way. That's why we take the pains- Their luggage, everything in order. We try to reassure them, give them no sign.
- Henry Bergner: But that's not right, not fair. It would be kinder to tell them now.
- Scrubby: I can't. I mustn't
- Henry Bergner: Then I will.
- Reverend Tim Thompson: Death. People have all sorts of notions. It's really very simple. You see my son, you make a Heaven and a Hell for yourselves on Earth. You only bring it with you here. Some people waste their moment on Earth, waste it tragically. Others... Toss it aside, But you, my son, You used it beautifully, as it was meant to be used, and you may be sure there's nothing here for you but joy and content. Are you happy now?