- Matthew Laurence: They're completely cured: As sane as you or I.
- [Jump cut to body being manhandled in barn]
- Dorothy Yates: [pathetically, imploringly] You won't tell anyone, will you Eddy? It'll be our secret, won't it? You won't tell, will you?
- Edmund Yates: Haven't got much choice, have I?
- Dorothy Yates: Well, no one will be interested in these people; they've no friends, no relations - no one will miss them.
- Edmund Yates: Is this all of them?
- Dorothy Yates: [Slight pause, uncertainty] Most of them.