- Rose: What I really need is transport. If I had transport, a driver to run me round, I could dramatically increase the range of my earning power.
- Onslow: What about one of your boyfriends?
- Rose: Ooh, all they want to do is mess about. I'm a working girl; I haven't time for messing about!
- Daisy: [Daisy looks romantically at Onslow] I remember when we used to mess about.
- Onslow: I'll get the car!
- [Emmet has broken Hyacinth's china]
- Emmet: Really, I'm terribly sorry, Hyacinth.
- Hyacinth: Now, please think no more about it, Emmet. These accidents will happen... and always with my china.
- Emmet: I-I'm not usually that clumsy.
- Hyacinth: The only thing that matters is that you've not ruined your musician's hands... just my rug. Anyway, I'm sure the stain will come out... eventually.
- [last lines]
- [the Commodore is pawing Hyacinth]
- The Vicar: Are you all right, Mrs Bouquet?
- The Commodore: I'll say she is. Smashing bit of all right. I wouldn't mind being shipwrecked with you, my darling.
- The Vicar: Do you want me to stop the car for you, Mrs Bouquet?
- The Commodore: Can't do that; I'll miss my train, Vicar. Just think of it, the tropic nights, a huge moon.
- Hyacinth: But I, I, I'm, I'm a marry, married woman.
- The Vicar: Doesn't worry me, old girl. Now, give us a kiss.
- Hyacinth: Ooh, lai...
- [yelling]
- Hyacinth: Aaheeee! Keep driving, Vicar. Keep driving.
- Hyacinth: Take the low road. I shall relay the convolutions of the Commodore's confusions as we go along.
- [first lines]
- Richard: I know I'm not encouraged to have an enquiring mind, but why are we going to wherever I'm taking you?
- Hyacinth: Mm? Our destination is the Manor House function rooms in Morton Road. I have to see to the arrangements for today's Ladies' Luncheon Club; they rely on me so.
- Richard: Does that mean you won't be at home for lunch?
- Hyacinth: No, of course I won't be at home for lunch, dear. We have a special speaker today. You'll have to manage on your own for once.
- [Richard starts to whistle]
- The Chairlady: Oh there you are, Mrs Bucket! We wondered what had happened to you.
- Hyacinth: [flustered with embarrassment] Well...
- The Chairlady: [to the Commodore] This is the lady who was supposed to pick you up at the station. She volunteered to do so.
- The Commodore: Did she? Bless her! Well, all the nice girls love a sailor!
- Hyacinth: Aye aye, Commodore!
- The Chairlady: Was there some problem?
- Hyacinth: [flustered] Problem? No, no. Not really. I... uh... I may have been waiting on the wrong platform!