- Tom: Diana, you have no soul.
- Diana: Tom, souls don't exist.
- Tom: That's only your opinion; you should keep it to yourself.
- Diana: Rubbish! It's my holy mission in life to blow raspberries at other holy missions.
- Tom: But has it ever occurred to you you might be wrong?
- Diana: Well, why should it? It never occurs to any of them.
- Jane: Oh, please, Diana. I came to talk about Harry and his death.
- Diana Trent: Well, what about it?
- Jane: Well, we don't want it to happen again.
- Diana Trent: I don't suppose it will happen again. Not while Harry remains dead.
- Jane: No, I mean we don't want people dying on their own.
- Diana Trent: Oh, you mean you want us to pop off in groups.
- Diana Trent: You wait, Basil, the hardline feminists will get you. You'll be hacked to death by boiler-suited viragos outside your tailor's.
- [first lines]
- Vicar: Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay. In the midst of life we are in death: of whom may we seek for succour, but of thee, 0 Lord, who for our sins-
- [Harvey's watch starts to beep]
- Harvey Bains: I have to go; it's an important meeting.
- Tom: What did he say?
- Diana: He says if he doesn't shut up and show a bit of respect, we're quite at liberty to beat him to a pulp and bung him in on top of old Sid here. Carry on.
- Harvey Bains: [whispers] I'll see you back at the ranch. Come on, Jane.
- Jane: But, Harvey.
- Harvey Bains: He's not a resident any more. Your job is with the living... and with me.
- Jane: Yes, Harvey.
- [Harvey and Jane leave]
- Diana: Have you forgotten the words?
- Vicar: Certainly not.
- Diana: Well, get on with it then.
- Jane: There must be a bit of dignity and decorum, Harvey.
- Harvey Bains: Dignity is an expensive luxury, Jane, and there's certainly no profit in decorum.