- Henry Martin: [passing the nutcrackers] Your crackers.
- Simon Hilton: You keep your opinions to yourself!
- Clara Hilton: [At the Epsom races] Wasn't that exciting Henry? Who won?
- Henry Martin: Same as usual.
- [indicating bookmaker]
- Henry Martin: Honest bloomin' Joe!
- Henry Martin: Look Miss, this is a man's job. You mustn't get mixed up in that crowd. You'd cause more trouble than Errol Flynn in an 'arem.
- Clara Hilton: [Looking into pot on hot stove] What is that? Some nice soup?
- Lily Pearce: Oh, no. It's offal.
- Clara Hilton: Yes. Well, it smells rather awful.