- Juliet Shaw: [seeing Ruth tapping at the window of Juliet's hospital room] Oh, look, there's the spaniel.
- Harry Pearce: Shame they can't replace your spine with your tongue.
- Juliet Shaw: Are you in love with Ruth, Harry?
- Harry Pearce: Do the words skating, thin, and ice mean anything to you?
- Juliet Shaw: I'm disabled. I'm allowed a special license.
- Harry Pearce: Well, Ruth has many wonderful qualities.
- Juliet Shaw: Mm. That's not what I asked you.
- Harry Pearce: It's the only answer you're getting.
- Juliet Shaw: She's in love with you.
- Harry Pearce: Is that so?
- Juliet Shaw: Yes.
- Harry Pearce: Well, that's one to ponder.
- Juliet Shaw: [pauses] Don't let this opportunity pass you by, Harry.