- Mrs. Whittaker: Smile, Marion.
- Marion Whittaker: I don't feel like smiling.
- Mr. Whittaker: You're English dear, fake it.
- Mrs. Whittaker: well, coming from a country no older than the chair you are sitting in, seems a very practical solution!
- Mrs. Whittaker: What am I supposed to do with the bauble of a woman?
- Mr. Whittaker: Hang her?
- Hilda Whittaker: I think she's splendid.
- Mrs. Whittaker: Oh! Do you, Hilda? Well, we can relax.
- Marion Whittaker: She's not what I expected.
- Mrs. Whittaker: She's exactly what I expected.
- Mr. Whittaker: Surely, not exactly! She wasn't drunk.
- Larita Whittaker: Cook, I can't call you a verb, your name?
- Cook: Beatrice.
- [Everyone stares]
- Cook: All right, all right, it's Doris. Sorry madam. Always wanted to be called Beatrice.
- Larita Whittaker: You should have loved me more.
- John Whittaker: I couldn't have loved you more.
- Larita Whittaker: You should have loved me better.
- Phillip Hurst: Game one of the Antarctic open, Mr Whitaker to South.
- [John serves straight into Hilda's backside]
- Hilda Whittaker: Oooow!
- Phillip Hurst: Hole in one!
- John Whittaker: Deuce
- Phillip Hurst: [continues to comment as they play] I see your pair of deuces, and I raise you a tenner... The titanic could've hit that... Sarah, you're an embarrassment to the Hurst family name, I'm going to have you killed.
- Mrs. Whittaker: Is it true you've had as many lovers as they say?
- Larita Whittaker: [gets up from the dinner table] Of course it's not true, Mrs. Whitaker. Hardly any of them actually loved me.
- Mrs. Whittaker: So speaks the siren leading the sailors to their death.
- Larita Whittaker: Well, at least I'm not Medusa turning them to stone.
- John Whittaker: Marion, Larita's first husband died of cancer. Stop being so callus.
- Larita Whittaker: Oh, come now John, I'm sure Marion can appreciate the pain of watching a loved one slip through her fingers.
- Mr. Whittaker: Apparently, I'm of the romantic Lost Generation.
- Larita Whittaker: What did you lose?
- Mr. Whittaker: I'm not sure.
- John Whittaker: But you're my wife, and I love you.
- Larita Whittaker: Oh, John, my darling... You don't know what love is. You have no idea what it means to love someone so muchthat you will do anything for them. Even inject them with poison when they were too feeble to do it for themselves. I don't believe that you could've ever loved me like that.
- Larita Whittaker: People are so universally similar when their guard is down.
- Mr. Whittaker: Seems they are universally similar when their guard is up, as well.
- Lord Hurst: Just look at this turnout...
- Mrs. Whittaker: Hmm... they've only come for a repeat performance of the Cincinnati Succubus.