Miss Plimsoll: Sir Wilfrid. Sir Wilfrid! You're dawdling again.
[Claps hands twice]
Bar Patron: Hey Fräulein, show us some legs!
Leonard Vole: How are you fixed for sugar?
Christine Vole: I could use some.
Christine Vole: [while applying lipstick] What a wicked woman I am, and how brilliantly you expose me!
Christine Vole: Mr Mayhew described you as the champion of the hopeless cause. Is it perhaps that this cause is too hopeless?
Sir Wilfrid: Your husband loves you very much, does he not?
Christine Vole: Leonard? He worships the ground I walk on.
Sir Wilfrid: And you?
Christine Vole: You want to know too much. Auf wiedersehen, gentlemen.
Sir Wilfrid: Aw, Miss Plimsoll, how yearning you look!
