Noël Coward credited as playing...
Horacio Wilson
- Wilson: I have some more African heads in my apartment. Small, pickled ones. Do drop in anytime you care to meet some unsuccessful politicians.
- Wilson: Some would be honored, may I tell you that, by my touch? There are those at the BBC who bear, like medals, bruises left by the love of Horatio Wilson.
- Wilson: The telephone, that miracle of modern communication. I often wonder why it is that we communicate so much less with all these marvels at our disposal than we did in a more primitive day, without the wireless and the television.
- Wilson: [moves in closer] I could, if you like, give you a private performance.
- Ann Lake: Please, just go away.
- Wilson: I'm told that my voice - is extremely seductive. It seems to unleash whole hurricanes of passion in the breasts of the females who watch me on the BBC. Perhaps you should sample the wine - before sending the bottle back to the cellar.
- Wilson: Bunny rabbits? With those long, mean heads, and those wet noses going up and down all the time. Just who is this Bunny?
- Wilson: The poor nuns used to lash each other... into positive frenzies of self-mortification. For myself, I find the sensation rather more titillating - if you'd care to have a bash.
- Rogers: No, thank you.
- Wilson: No, I can't say I blame you. Hardly what one would call a proper whip, is it? More like a plaything. But this one... You simply must try this one. It's my particular pet. It's reputed to have belonged to the great one himself: The Marquis de Sade.
- Wilson: I appear on the television, you know. They pay me to make use of my melodious voice. I sing rude old Welsh ballads. I recite a few things of my own... and then I give them Elizabethan drama. And all in exchange for one whiskey... served to me in the first aid room.
- Wilson: What is it, duchess? Are you cold? Is that buttermilk flesh all frozen? What, cold, my girl?
- Wilson: If you won't come to the party, duchess, the party must come to you. Have a drink. I give you golden whiskey, Scottish wine.