Kathleen Harrison credited as playing...
Kaney
- Nigel Hartley: I'm sorry there should be this sort of atmosphere. After all, we're only ships that pass in the night.
- Broughton: Hmmm. Do you want a drink, or will you pass now?
- Aga Ben Dragore: [as the romantic Kaney is making tea for the household] Six cups? That's just... just four too many.
- [Grabbing her hand]
- Aga Ben Dragore: Eh?
- Kaney: Tell me about Egypt. Have you ever seen a shiek?
- Aga Ben Dragore: [Imperiously folding his arms a la Valentino] I am one!
- Kaney: [Shocked] What?
- Aga Ben Dragore: Now I will show you how we make coffee in the desert... by the native stars.
- Kaney: You don't make it yourself, do you?
- Aga Ben Dragore: No, of course not! A Circassian slave, lovely and thin, cooks it for us, kneeling. And if it is not to our liking...
- Kaney: I know! She is stripped to the waist and lashed for miles across the Sahara.
- Aga Ben Dragore: Where she is finally eaten by locusts. And rightly. Now; take this canister and do exactly as I tell you.
- Kaney: And if I fail?
- Aga Ben Dragore: The Yorkshire moors are just behind us!
- Kaney: Tell me about Egypt. Have you ever seen a sheikh?
- Aga Ben Dragore: I am one.
- Kaney: What?
- [drops knife; he hands it back]
- Kaney: Thank you. Then how should I address you? Oh - I'm cutting sandwiches for a sheikh! I don't feel quite well.
- Aga Ben Dragore: Oh, don't be alarmed. We're not as uncivilised as people think.
- Kaney: Oh, don't say that! Do you ride a white stallion?
- Aga Ben Dragore: Sometimes.
- Kaney: Down the path of the moon! The noble animal plunging and frothing at the nostrils till it founders at your feet, faithful unto death!
- Nigel Hartley: Not a very courageous person, our foreign friend.
- Kaney: You think he's run away? Absurd! I'd like to see you riding your bicycle with a Circassian slave, lovely as sin, across the handlebars!