- Max Morden: Which army?
- Blunden: Eh? Oh... British.
- Max Morden: Where did you serve?
- Blunden: Eh... here and there.
- Max Morden: Kenya? Falklands?
- Blunden: No.
- Max Morden: Our own dear Belfast.
- Anna Morden: I do feel for you, having to be nice all the time.
- Max Morden: What?
- Anna Morden: You're not allowed even to hate me a little like you used to. Don't look so worried, I hated you too. We are human after all.
- Miss Vavasour: It's difficult being left behind. You feel abandoned. Resentful too.
- Max Morden: Yes, you do. I sometimes curse her, as if she was to blame for dying.
- Max Morden: It must have been lonely here.
- Miss Vavasour: No. I'm generally content with my own company. It's a thing you learn, solitude - an act of being alone.
- Max Morden: Do you think I'll ever learn?
- Miss Vavasour: Oh! Yes, you won't have any choice. Time is relentless, that helps.
- [last lines]
- Miss Vavasour: We will miss you.
- Max Morden: It's not my choice. My parole has been curtailed. I'm being forced to go.
- Miss Vavasour: Oh, Max, I don't think you are a man to be forced into anything.
- Max Morden: I never thought you'd get around to calling me Max.
- Miss Vavasour: Well, you didn't call me Rose either.