- Grierson: I can't move my legs.
- Bentley: That won't be necessary - I've arranged for your transport. You're coming with me to my cottage. Thee's a picture of it on the wall - the country's intersected with dykes and mudflats. Some of the dykes have pits in them. It's all very uninhabited. At night it's shrouded in mists. This trunk will slide easily over the wet grass. Into a pit. Your cemetery.
- Ursula: Goodnight Dan - thanks so much for your help.
- Old Dan: Oh, you're welcome ma'am. Here's your health, and a smart recovery to the little lady.
- Bentley: Dan - you've drunk my whisky!
- Old Dan: Have I, sir? No, I... I believe I have. Now ain't that rich!
- Bentley: Fool!
- Old Dan: That's what my missis'll call me when she hears. She won't 'alf cackle!
- Huey Frazer: Has he gone?
- Ursula: Yes, thank goodness. I certainly didn't want to be left alone with him.
- Huey Frazer: I don't blame you. He gives me the creeps. What is he, a dipsomaniac or something?
- Ursula: No, no, it's something else. He's almost shell-shocked. A tragic young man.
- Eve: Huey was saying from your books that you must be a gloomy old introvert suffering from claustrophobia and the pip, but I'm sure you're not.
- Bentley: I've never had any sort of friendship. Even as a child, I had to turn inwards. And that, I suppose, was bad for me. I only had my own dark thoughts submerging me, mastering me. But when that happens, the body degenerates, the spirit coarsens.
- Ursula: And what do you think starts it all?
- Bentley: Cruelty.