Mrs. Freda Chatfield: I wish I knew what to do.
Robert Chatfield: About what?
Mrs. Freda Chatfield: You'd hardly understand, Robert, but I am now facing a most urgent problem; the sort of problem that only women have to face. If a man has been dragged back to your house to be told he's a liar, a cad, and a possible thief, oughtn't you to make a few sandwiches for him?

Ann Beale: If Charles goes, the firm will suffer.
Robert Chatfield: Don't worry, the firm's smashed to bits now!

Charles Stanton: You're not going to throw me out of the house. I'll go out in the ordinary way, thank you.