Martin Stephens credited as playing...
- Michael: All down the roses!
- [after one of the kids vomits]
- Michael: Don't be so selfish, you clot!
- Michael: You don't think of anything expect that dog meat.
- Debby: Stop calling him dog meat. They'll never chop Topaz up. Never! If they chop him up, they have to chop me up, too!
- Darrell: Shh! Now, nobody's going to get chopped up.
- Michael: It's like a gypsy marriage. The husband and wife stay together only as long as they're in love.
- Debby: Mother and father aren't gypsies.
- Michael: I suppose Mother is now.
- Michael: Look, Debby, we just have to put it in our pipes and smoke it.
- Debby: I don't want to put it in my pipe and smoke it.
- Debby: Let's refuse to go to school or move to London. Let's refuse to live alone in that big house with father. Let's simply refuse to let mother stay in Italy. Just not have it! Refuse!
- Michael: You can refuse till your nose bleeds, but grown-ups run the world.
- Debby: Not say it. Do it.
- Michael: Do what?
- Debby: Not go back to school. Go to Italy and fetch her back.
- Michael: For people, it is much better never to try to think what animals must be thinking.
- Michael: Crash in on their honeymoon?
- Debby: They shouldn't be having a honeymoon.
- Michael: But they are and they wouldn't have us.
- Debby: If we're there, they'll have to have us.
- Michael: You're too young to understand these things. We'd spoil it.
- Debby: All the better.
- Michael: [Debby hiccups] Are you drunk?
- Debby: Father said we should never drink foreign water.
- Debby: She's soft. Mother was soft.
- Michael: You make her sound like a sofa.
- Michael: Where did you get that - negligee?
- Michael: How old is she?
- Debby: Only 12. But, you know how these Italians are.
- Michael: How are they?
- Debby: She's got bosoms already! We're going skin-diving before breakfast. Looking for water snakes. She knows where they hide!
- Michael: You're a spagh.
- Michael: You're not to say that! It's vulgar!
- Donna: Why? All it means is you're a spaghetti.
- Michael: You're out of your blooming minds!
- Michael: You said you'd teach me those kisses first.
- Donna: Only the first kind. The other, after I eat. My friend taught me two kinds.
