- [first lines]
- Diana: Oh, God!
- Tom: What's that?
- Diana: I just said: Oh, God.
- Tom: Ah. Oh, God.
- Diana: Mmm.
- Tom: About time of course.
- Diana: What?
- Tom: About time you appealed to the Almighty.
- Diana: Oh, God.
- Tom: He probably got *that* bit.
- Diana: I was not making an appeal to some dubious and probably fictional deity; I was merely saying: oh, God.
- Tom: Oh.
- Diana: God!
- [last lines]
- Diana: I will get you for this. If it is the last thing I ever do, I will get you for this.
- Diana Trent: When you talk to God, why do you look into the treetops? Is God a squirrel?
- Tom: No, he's not a squirrel. You mustn't blaspheme.
- Diana Trent: I just don't believe in God.
- Tom: He's probably got fairly severe reservations about you, too.
- Tom: Good heavens, someone die? Of course not. We'd have shared out the extra cornflakes at breakfast.