- [first lines]
- [Julie, having just scrambled through the air shaft to the Governor's office, kicks out the vent, jumps down, grabs the phone and dials]
- Julie Egbert: The police... get me the police. Hurry!
- Ruth Ballinger: Time's up. My, doesn't it fly when you're having fun? Well, who's it to be? Ferguson? Oh... almost forgot... she's on the special list, isn't she? Well?
- [Myra turns to face her]
- Ruth Ballinger: Let me refresh your memory...
- [she walks to the other side of the room to be among the other women]
- Ruth Ballinger: Graham? Willie? That'd give her plenty to weep about now, wouldn't it?
- Ram: Come on Ballinger!
- Ruth Ballinger: [ignoring him] Lurch...
- [turning to Jenny]
- Ruth Ballinger: Or what about our little socialite? Who else have we got?
- Nora Flynn: Why don't you just cut it out, you sadistic bitch!
- Ruth Ballinger: [tutting] Temper, temper.
- Myra Desmond: Cut it Nora.
- Nora Flynn: No way. I was the first choice, so let's just get it over and done with.
- May Collins: [rushing to her] Nora, no! The baby...
- Nora Flynn: The baby? I'd be doing it a favour. I really thought that I could get out of here and make some sort of life for my kid. What a joke!
- [her voice a quiver]
- Nora Flynn: It isn't even funny. It's pathetic.
- [to Ruth]
- Nora Flynn: Go ahead and do it.
- Ruth Ballinger: [applauding using her gun against her other hand] Good stuff, Flynn. Real martyr material, but you're right... you're not funny. I think we'd get a lot more laughs if Desmond chose all our little martyrs from now on. Eh, Desmond?