- Basil Beaumont-Foster: Let Isn't it obvious? My dear truncated friend, you see before you ... a remittance man without a remittance.
- Basil Beaumont-Foster: People! What people say is of no consequence, Sammy. People are all scratching a living in this foul world of ours. Scraping and scrimping. For what? Heh! It's work, work, work and then you're dead! Deep down, we'll all like a pallet on the floor.
- Basil Beaumont-Foster: But what were those words from his palsy lips? A little birdy has been whispering in Joe Voot's ear. To be more precise, a slobbering inebriate.
- Miriam Breen: I'm not driving with drunks.
- Basil Beaumont-Foster: Oh really? Shall I let you off here?