- Mave: [appearing at the front door] I want to talk to the small one.
- Sister Evangelina: She's not here. You'll have to put up with the big one.
- Meg: [blustering] Culpepper says it should be dark in the birthing room.
- Trixie Franklin: Yes, but that was years ago. I'm sure he would have felt differently if he had electric light. I need to see what I am doing.
- [blocking her]
- Trixie Franklin: Leave it alone!
- Trixie Franklin: Hello, Mave. What you doing that for? I'll need to listen to baby's heart. This is the 1950s, not the 1590s. Your sister needs to be in bed so we can examine her properly.
- Meg: She has to be in the birthing chair!
- Trixie Franklin: Dr Turner will be popping round soon, and if he sees your sister in this contraption he'll drag it out from under her and chop it up as firewood!
- Meg: I'll chop *him* up!
- Sister Bernadette: I'm sure you'll do no such thing. You'll be too busy helping us with preparations.
- Meg: Who sent for you?
- Trixie Franklin: No-one. We operate purely on telepathy.
- [last lines]
- Mature Jenny: [narrating] Sometimes only when bonds are tested do we understand their strength. There are ties that endure for a lifetime no matter how frayed by fate. We can walk away and pretend that we forget them - pain passes in the end - or we can step into the future, blessed and stronger than before. Because when faced with change, our love held fast and did not break. Our lives were not severed, but woven anew, and our joy not halved, but doubled.