— Edith, I know we haven't always got along, and I doubt things'll change much in the future, but today I wish you all the luck in the world.
— So what's Harold doing now?
— His idee fixe is yachts. Bigger yachts, faster yachts. Something with yachts.
— Is he happy?
— He's much too busy to find out.
— They do say there's a wild man inside all of us.
— If only he would stay inside.
I'm not foul, Mr Carson. I'm not the same as you, but I'm not foul.
— Now, the moment you feel tired, you tell me, and I'll take over whatever it is you're doing.
— Oh, will you now?
I find your actions despicable, whatever your beliefs.
She's taken the road to ruin. There's no way back.
— I just feel so helpless.
— We men are always helpless when a baby's in the picture.
— The chimney isn't drying properly, the oven's not hot enough.
— A bad workman always blames his tools.
— People like us should lead the fight to keep tradition going.
— If you mean we can never change, I can't agree to that.
— Where's the style, Mrs Hughes? Where's the show?
— Perhaps people are tired of style and show.
— Well, in my opinion, to misquote Dr Johnson, if you're tired of style, you are tired of life.
Well, just remember what my mother used to say. Never make an enemy by accident.
Don't go down that road. Once you do, there's no way off it.