- Leo Colston: Thank you very much, Mr. Burgess; is there - anything I can do for you?
- Ted Burgess: Well, perhaps there is. Could you take a message for me?
- Marian Maudsley - Lady Trimingham: You're not going to bewitch us here, are you?
- Leo Colston: Oh, no. No, I shouldn't think so.
- Marcus Maudsley: There's another thing. When you undress you mustn't fold up your clothes and put them on the chest. You must leave them lying wherever they happen to fall. The servants will pick them up. That's what they're for.
- Marian Maudsley - Lady Trimingham: I envy you in your power. What's it like to have such power at your fingertips?
- Leo Colston: I know you. We've met.
- Ted Burgess: Met?
- Leo Colston: At the bathing place. You were bathing. I came with the others.
- Marian Maudsley - Lady Trimingham: Oh, it's dripping on my dress.
- Leo Colston: Here's my bathing suit. It's quite dry. If you fasten it around your neck, so that it hangs down your back, then you can spread your hair on it, and your hair will get dry and your dress won't get wet.
- Marian Maudsley - Lady Trimingham: Spread my hair on it. Take care not to pull it. Oh! Is it well spread? Is it dry? What a comfort. Your bathing suit on my shoulders. Is my hair well spread?
- Leo Colston: Oh yes, it is.
- Ted Burgess: What the hell do you think you're doing? I could give you the biggest thrashing you've ever had in your life.
- Hugh Trimingham: Does Marian call you Leo?
- Leo Colston: Oh, yes. I think she's ripping! I'd do anything for her.
- Hugh Trimingham: What would you do?
- Leo Colston: Oh, anything. Anything.
- Hugh Trimingham: Would you like to take her a message for me?
- Hugh Trimingham: Where were you off to?
- Leo Colston: Nowhere.
- Hugh Trimingham: Ah, nowhere. Well, would you like to go somewhere?
- Leo Colston: Yes, where?
- Hugh Trimingham: It's up to you.
- Leo Colston: [singing] Take, O take me to your care, Speed to your own courts my flight, Clad in robes of Virgin white, Clad in robes of Virgin white...
- Ted Burgess: [singing] Take a pair of sparkling eyes, Hidden, ever and anon, In a merciful eclipse, Do not heed their mild surprise, Having passed the Rubicon, Take a pair of rosy lips, Take a figure trimly planned, Such as admiration whets, Be particular in this, Take a tender little hand, Fringed with dainty fingerettes, Press it, press it - in parenthesis, Ah! Take all these, you lucky man, Take and keep them, if you can...
- Hugh Trimingham: [Leo approaches] Hello. There's Mercury.
- Marian Maudsley - Lady Trimingham: Why do you call him Mercury?
- Hugh Trimingham: 'Cause he takes messages. You took a message for me, didn't you, old chap? To this young lady here on the way from church. You didn't fetch a very warm response. Do you know who Mercury was?
- Leo Colston: Mercury - is the smallest of the planets.
- Hugh Trimingham: Ah, but before that he was the messenger of the gods. He went to and fro between them.
- Leo Colston: [referring to a horse having a foal] What made her have one ?
- Ted Burgess: Between you and me - she did a bit of - spooning.
- Leo Colston: Spooning? I didn't know horses could spoon.
- Ted Burgess: That'a a silly word, really.
- Leo Colston: What does it mean?
- Ted Burgess: You seem to know something about it.
- Leo Colston: I don't know anything about it. That's the point. It's all this kissing, isn't it? That's what it is. I've seen it on postcards at the seaside. You can't tell me horses do that.
- Ted Burgess: No. Horses don't do that.
- Leo Colston: Well, what do they do? What does anyone do? There's more to it than just kissing. I know that. But what?
- Ted Burgess: You'll find out.
- Leo Colston: Could you marry someone? Without ever spooning with them?
- Ted Burgess: Spooning is a silly word.
- Leo Colston: What's a lover like? What does it mean? What is a lover? What does a lover do? Are you a lover? What do you do? You know. I know you know.
- Marcus Maudsley: It was rather horrific - to see your slimy serpent's tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth and your face like a sick cow.
- Leo Colston: You poofy, pot-bellied, bed wetter!
- Hugh Trimingham: Ted Burgess is quite a decent fellow. But wild.
- Leo Colston: Wild? Do you mean he's dangerous?
- Hugh Trimingham: Well, he's not dangerous to you or to me. He's a bit of a ladykiller, that's all.
- Leo Colston: A ladykiller?
- Ted Burgess: I'm on me own today. My daily woman doesn't come on Sundays.
- Leo Colston: Oh, you do have a woman every day?
- Ted Burgess: No. I told you. She doesn't come on Sundays.