- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: She's not crying because I said she was forty-one. She's crying because she is forty-one.
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: You needn't try to lock your door, Maria. Only the rain will want to come in.
- Maria Wislack: [rushing into George's room to wake him] George! George!
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: [sleepily] How do you do?
- Maria Wislack: There's a man in my room!
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: Why?
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: [affectionately] There is only one woman in the world I would ask to be the Duchess of Bristol.
- Helen Hale: That's very interesting.
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: If you ask me who she is, I will tell you.
- Helen Hale: [lovingly] Who is she George?
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: You, Helen.
- Helen Hale: I'm very touched and very flattered.
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: And I am very happy.
- [George leans in to give Helen a kiss, when Helen tilts her head at the last minute to avoid it being a kiss on the lips]
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: Ahh.
- Helen Hale: Thank you, George. I suppose there's only one woman in this world who'd refuse to be the Duchess of Bristol, and if you ask me who she is...
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: Who is she then?
- Helen Hale: Me, George dear.
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: Do I hear correctly?
- Helen Hale: You're hearing perfect.
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: You refuse to be the Duchess of Bristol?
- Helen Hale: I do.
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: May I ask why?
- Helen Hale: Only because you happen to be the Duke.
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: Did you know her late husband, Arthur Wislack?
- Richard Halton: Did I know him? Did I watch him with murder in my heart? Treating that divine creature with cruelty and neglect, and eventually die of drink.
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: He hated drink.
- Richard Halton: Then why did he?
- George, 10th Duke of Bristol: He chose it as the most agreeable way of being unconscious while waiting his release.
- Maria Wislack: [reacting to Richard's alarmed suggestion that George may have killed himself] He wouldn't be so considerate!
- Richard Halton: Before I came here she always gave me the impression that she liked me! What do you suggest I do?
- Helen Hale: Tell her to go to hell!
- Richard Halton: What?
- Helen Hale: Tell her to go to H-E-double-L!
- Narrator: A young man was more or less expected to sow his wild oats. Always providing there was no harvest.