- Hyacinth: Do be careful what you choose for yourself. I don't want you in tights, Richard. I get very embarrassed in front of the neighbours when you're in tights.
- Richard: When have I ever been in tights?
- Hyacinth: The year you were Robin Hood.
- Richard: *I* was Friar Tuck; *you* were Robin Hood.
- Hyacinth: Are you sure?
- Richard: Don't you remember? Sheridan became ill because he couldn't be Maid Marian.
- Hyacinth: Oh yes, I do remember. Poor Sheridan. He broke out in spots. Only in the nicest places, of course.
- The Postman: Oy. Kid. Come here. Um. Pop this in that letterbox for me, will you.
- The Boy: How much?
- The Postman: You're going to grow up to be a monster, aren't you? Fifty p!
- The Boy: For Mrs Bucket! Forget it.
- The Postman: Oy, come here. Pound.
- The Boy: Let's see your money.
- The Postman: Here y'are.
- [mutters as the boy goes to the door]
- The Postman: You'll be sorry.
- [the Boy slips the letter in and starts back]
- The Postman: [snarls] Smart kid.
- [first lines]
- Hyacinth: Richard!
- Richard: I know that voice.
- Hyacinth: Do you remember the Winslows?
- Richard: No.
- Hyacinth: Well, they've overlooked something. They came to one of my candlelight suppers, and they've never invited us back. I can't understand it.
- Richard: I think I can.
- Hyacinth: It must be an oversight. They're not the kind of people who'd commit a breach of manners. You must ring them for a chat and drop a hint, Richard.
- Richard: Me!
- Hyacinth: Well, I'd do it myself, only I'm not the sort of person who goes fishing for invitations.
- Richard: Well, I can't do that!
- Hyacinth: Good! That's settled then.