- Mr. Todd: We will not have any Dickens today. But, tomorrow - and the day after that - and the day after that.
- Brenda Last: Isn't it sweet of Tony to send flowers.
- John Beaver: I'm not awfully fond of Tony.
- Brenda Last: Don't worry, my dear. He doesn't like you at all.
- John Beaver: Doesn't he? Why not?
- Brenda Last: No one does, except me. You must get that clear. Its very odd that I should.
- John Andrew: Is Mummy coming back today?
- Tony Last: I hope so.
- John Andrew: Where she been?
- Tony Last: London.
- John Andrew: Why?
- Tony Last: Somebody called Lady Cockpurse was giving a party.
- John Andrew: Is she nice?
- Tony Last: Mommy thinks so. I don't.
- John Andrew: Why?
- Tony Last: Because she looks like a monkey.
- John Andrew: Oh, I should love to see her. Does she live in a cage?
- Mr. Todd: They were very easily pleased. I don't suppose they will visit us again. Our life here is so - retired. No pleasures; but, reading.
- Dr. Messinger: Do you by any chance know a Nicaraguan calling himself alternately Ponsonby or Fitzmaurice?
- Tony Last: No. I don't think so.
- Dr. Messinger: You are fortunate. That man has just robbed me of 200 pounds and some machine guns. In a pinch, I can do without the machine guns; but, I cannot do without the 200 pounds.
- John Beaver: Mumsy, you're wonderful! I believe you know about everybody.
- Mrs. Beaver: Its a great help. Its all a matter of paying attention when other people are talking.
- Tony Last: Something too horrible has happened. Look at this.
- Brenda Last: [Reads a note] "Arriving 3/18. So looking forward to visit. Beaver" What's a Beaver?
- Brenda Last: What's he like?
- Marjorie: I hardly know him. I see him at Margo's sometimes. He's a great one for going everywhere.
- Brenda Last: I thought he was rather pathetic.
- Marjorie: Oh, he's pathetic, all right. Do you fancy him?
- Brenda Last: Heavens no.
- Marjorie: Are you coming up for Polly's party? Its certain to be amusing.
- Brenda Last: I might. If I can find someone to take me... I don't go to parties alone at my age. What do you suppose of Mr. Beaver's sex life?
- Marjorie: I don't know. Pretty dim, I should imagine. You do fancy him!
- Brenda Last: Oh well, its such a lot of - young men nowadays.
- Brenda Last: I'm a year older than you. I'm an old married woman and quite rich. So, please, I'm going to pay.
- Marjorie: He's such a dreary young man.
- Brenda Last: I know. He's second rate and a snob and, I should think, as cold as a fish. But, I happen to have a fancy for him, that's all. Besides, I don't think he's had a fair deal. I heard all about it last night. He's got to be taught - a whole lot of things. Its part of the attraction.
- Mr. Todd: Let us read "Little Dorrit" again. There are passages in that book that I can never hear without the temptation to weep.
- Mr. Todd: You read beautifully! With a far better accent than the black man. And you explain better.
- Tony Last: Oh, I'll tell you something very odd. Guess who I met the other day?
- Brenda Last: Who?
- Tony Last: Our old friend, Beaver.