Alma: In his work, I become perfect - and I feel just right. Maybe that's how all women feel, in his clothes.
Cyril: His routine, when he's in it, is best not shaken. This is a quiet time. Not to be misused. If breakfast isn't right, it's very hard for him to recover for the rest of the day.
Reynolds Woodcock: I really wish I hadn't heard this until later on, Cyril. It's very unsettling.
Cyril: Well, chin up.
Alma: That dress doesn't belong here.
Reynolds Woodcock: Don't start crying.
Alma: I'm not crying. I'm angry.
Reynolds Woodcock: Don't start blubbering, Alma.
Alma: I'm not blubbering.
Reynolds Woodcock: Take the fucking dress off Barbara and bring it to me or I'll do it myself!
Reynolds Woodcock: I'm so hungry. Delighted that we have cream in the house.
Cyril: Yes!
Reynolds Woodcock: It makes all the difference.
Cyril: It is essential in porridge.
Reynolds Woodcock: A little bit naughty though.
Alma: It's no business of ours what Mrs. Rose decides to do with her life. But, she can no longer behave like this and be dressed by the House of Woodcock!
