Hamish Ascot: — Mr. Harcourt, time is money.
Alice Kingsleigh: — I'm afraid he most certainly is not.
Helen Kingsleigh: — Alice
Alice Kingsleigh: — Time is many things Hamish... but he isn't money. Nor is he our enemy, Mother.
Hamish Ascot: — Where did you come from?
Alice Kingsleigh: — I walked right through the walls.
— Where's your corset? And no stockings.
— I'm against them.
— But you're not properly dressed.
— Who's to say what is proper? What if it was agreed that "proper" was wearing a codfish on your head? Would you wear it?
— Alice.
— Time and tide wait for no man, Mr. Harcourt.
— Or indeed, woman.