Your Past Is Showing (1957)
Sonny MacGregor: "Is your husband there? I'll just..."
Lady Lucy Mayley: "Not all there I'm thinking."
Minister: In reply to the honourable member's question, I can only say... Uhh...
Lord Henry Mayley: I've always considered murder to be rather un-English. I mean, one's got to draw the line somewhere, hasn't one?
Sonny MacGregor: I'm having a day's rough shooting and want some bullets.
Gunsmith: Cartridges? Certainly, sir. Any particular make?
Sonny MacGregor: No, as long as they've got gunpowder in them.
Gunsmith: What bore?
Sonny MacGregor: Boar? No, no. A few rabbits, pheasants, small fry, you know.
Gunsmith: No, no, sir. Bore. B-O-R-E.
Sonny MacGregor: Bore!
Sonny MacGregor: Hmm?
Gunsmith: 12, 20 or 4-10?
Sonny MacGregor: Er... Definitely, yes.
Gunsmith: Well, which, sir?
Sonny MacGregor: Well, the largest you have, surely.
Gunsmith: 12-bore. How many, sir? 50?
Sonny MacGregor: No, I think you'd better make it a thousand.
Gunsmith: A thousand?
Sonny MacGregor: Yes.
Gunsmith: But didn't you say a day's rough shooting?
Sonny MacGregor: Yes, I did, er... and it may be pretty rough.
Sonny MacGregor: Are you crazy? We've just been killing ourselves trying to murder him!
Nigel Dennis: Pay in a fortnight or I publish in a month... Don't bother to kick me out...
Ethel Ransom: Mumsie, oh, Mumsie - this is stark staring murder!
Lord Henry Mayley: How do I look, Lucy?
Lady Lucy Mayley: Very chick.
Lord Henry Mayley: Chick? Thought the word was chic.
Lady Lucy Mayley: Yes, darling, it is; but not when applied to you.
Lord Henry Mayley: Your mustache...
Sonny MacGregor: Oh, yes, sir. I... I got the creeping alopecia, sir. Yes, sir, it crept all over my lip, it did. Yes, sir.
Flora Ransom: So called policemen, masquerading as ordinary citizens.
Ethel Ransom: Oh, my, what have you done?
Flora Ransom: What have I done? You have murdered an innocent bystander, that's what.
Lady Lucy Mayley: I'll get Maria to lay out your frogman's suit.
Lord Henry Mayley: Never seen her before. It's a lie.
Lady Lucy Mayley: What is?
Lord Henry Mayley: Whatever she says I've done.
Lord Henry Mayley: I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Mayley, Lord Mayley.
Rev. Bastable: Oh.
Lord Henry Mayley: And this is Miss Right.
Rev. Bastable: Oh, congratulations.
Lord Henry Mayley: Oh, no, no! That's her name.
Flora Ransom: Yes, they're onto us all right. He's one of those plainclothes brutes disguised as an ordinary policeman.
Sonny MacGregor: I'm very sorry to trouble you at this hour, but, um, is your husband there?
[He points to the library]
Lady Lucy Mayley: Not all there, I'm thinking.