Arnold

Karen: Jocelyn...

Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn: I hope you and your bridegroom, my dead husband, will be very happy together in this medieval mausoleum.

Karen: I can understand your bitterness. If only you'd given Arnold more love and affection.

Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn: You gave him enough "affection" for both of us.

Karen: All he wanted was...

Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn: I know what he wanted. What is your going rate?

Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn: [gasps] Lady Dwellyn! You are mistaken. Arnold and I never, never discussed money.

Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn: What did he do? Just leave it on the mantel each night?

Karen: Ours was a deep and honest love. In fact, I love Arnold so much, I refuse to let even death separate us.

Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn: Rubbish! You won't get away with it, you know. It's quite illegal to marry a corpse.

Karen: Mr Whitehead thinks he can prove our marriage valid. He intends to establish a precedent, using the analogy of women who marry soldiers at the front by proxy; men who might already have died in battle before the wedding ceremony was performed.

Lady Jocelyn Dwellyn: The Courts will award me the entire estate. I am the rightful heir. Arnold's one and only wife. And widow. Happy honeymoon, you bitch!

[exits]