- Brenda Thompson: [obliged to confess] I came to... I came to ask you... You'll think I'm silly, I know you will, but I came to ask you if...
- [tearfully:]
- Brenda Thompson: if you'd give me a baby. I just want a baby, that's all. Can I go now?
- Peter Clive: [his place is a pigsty] Cleaning is a woman's job. There isn't a woman around, so... I don't do it.
- Peter Clive: I'm just going upstairs for a bit.
- Brenda Thompson: Oh. Which one is your room?
- Peter Clive: You go up these stairs, first star on your right, and then straight on till morning.
- Brenda Thompson: Where do you work?
- Peter Clive: I don't.
- Brenda Thompson: Oh. What do you do?
- Peter Clive: Nothing
- Brenda Thompson: Don't you think I'm pretty, Peter?
- Peter Clive: Oh, yes, you're pretty.
- [which, coming from him, is a death sentence]