Michael Redgrave credited as playing...
Gilbert Redman
- Gilbert: Can I help?
- Iris Henderson: Only by going away.
- Gilbert: No, no, no, no. My father always taught me, never desert a lady in trouble. He even carried that as far as marrying Mother.
- Gilbert: Come on, sit down, take it easy. What's the trouble?
- Iris Henderson: If you must know, something fell on my head.
- Gilbert: When, infancy?
- Iris Henderson: You're the most contemptible person I've ever met in all my life!
- Gilbert: Confidentially, I think you're a bit of a stinker, too.
- Iris Henderson: I was having tea about an hour ago with an English lady. You saw her, didn't you?
- Charters: Well, I don't know, I mean, I was talking to my friend, wasn't I?
- Caldicott: Indubitably.
- Iris Henderson: Yes, but you were sitting at the next table. She turned and borrowed the sugar. You must remember.
- Charters: Yes, I recall passing the sugar.
- Iris Henderson: Well then you saw her.
- Charters: I repeat we were deep in conversation. We were discussing cricket.
- Iris Henderson: Well, I don't see how a thing like cricket can make you forget seeing people.
- Charters: Oh, don't you? If that's your attitude, there's nothing more to be said! Come Caldicott. "A thing like cricket!"
- Gilbert: Wrong tactics. We should've told him we were looking for a lost cricket ball.
- Iris Henderson: Did you notice the nun in there with the patient?
- Gilbert: No, not really...
- Iris Henderson: Nuns don't wear high heels.
- Iris Henderson: [Seated with Gilbert in the Foreign Office waiting area] Where are we going for our honeymoon?
- Gilbert: I don't know, somewhere quiet. Somewhere where there are no trains.
- Foreign Office Man: [Emerging from the door to an office] Mr. Campbell will see you now.
- Gilbert: [Walks toward the door with Iris, then stops] Wait a minute. It's gone!
- Iris Henderson: What's gone?
- Gilbert: Why the tune! I've forgot it!
- Iris Henderson: No, no!
- Gilbert: Wait a minute, let me concentrate.
- [sings]
- Iris Henderson: No, no, no , no, that's the Wedding March!
- Gilbert: What was she wearing? Scotch tweeds wasn't it?
- Iris Henderson: Oatmeal tweeds.
- Gilbert: I knew it had something to do with porridge.
- Gilbert: [wearing a deerstalker and brandishing a calabash pipe] Let's marshal the facts over a pipeful of Baker Street shag.
- Iris Matilda Henderson: You were about to tell me of your theory.
- Gilbert Redman: Oh, my theory. Well, my theory, my dear Watson, is that we are in very deep waters indeed. Thank you, very much. Let us marshal our facts over a pipeful of Baker Street shag.
- Gilbert Redman: Naughty. Naughty. You know, that's a very large nose for a very small pair of spectacles!
- Iris Matilda Henderson: Where are you?
- Gilbert Redman: I'm in here with a strong smell of camphor balls.
- Gilbert Redman: You carry on keeping fit. Touch your toes. Stand on your head. Do anything! Only, whatever you do, don't fall asleep.