Raymond Massey credited as playing...
Philip Waverton
- Rebecca Femm: What is it? What do they want?
- Horace Femm: Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Rebecca Femm.
- Penderel, Philip Waverton, Margaret Waverton: How do you do?
- Rebecca Femm: What are they doing here? What do they want?
- Penderel, Philip Waverton, Margaret Waverton: How do you do?
- Rebecca Femm: What did they say? What do they want? What are they doing here? What's all the fuss about? What?
- Horace Femm: You must excuse my sister, she's a little deaf. In fact sometimes quite deaf.
- Sir William Porterhouse: Oh, nothing like roast beef when a man's hungry.
- Sir William Porterhouse: [begins to sing the first line] Oh, the roast beef of Old England... how does that go? Do you remember that Mr. Waverton or was that before your time?
- Philip Waverton: Penderel's our song expert.
- Sir William Porterhouse: [to Penderel] Oh, so you're musical, are you? Well, I've got a bit of a good ear myself...
- Horace Femm: [knocking loudly on the table] Have a potato!
- Margaret Waverton: It won't help things losing your temper.
- Philip Waverton: I've never been in a better temper in my life. I love driving a hundred miles through the dark practically without headlights. I love the trickle of ice cold water pouring down my neck. This is one of the happiest moments of my life.
- [the road the Waverton's are on has been flooded]
- Margaret Waverton: Don't stop!
- Philip Waverton: How can I help stopping? Do you think we're in a motorboat?
- Penderel: [singing] Stuck for the night/stuck for the night... .
- Margaret Waverton: Mr. Pendelel, please!
- Philip Waverton: Sorry.
- [Waverton tries to drive their car across the flooded road]
- Margaret Waverton: Do you think we'll do it?
- Philip Waverton: I really don't know.
- Penderel: [waving his glove derisively] Bon voyage!
- [first lines]
- [on a dark and stormy night, the Waverton's car get stuck in the mud]
- Philip Waverton: Hell!
- Margaret Waverton: What are you stopping for?
- Philip Waverton: A rest.
- Margaret Waverton: Really, Philip, you can't stop here. Either go on or go back. You can't expect me to spend the night like a half-drowned rat on a mountainside.
- Philip Waverton: It's better to stop than to drive the car gently over a cliff, isn't it?