Sheila Broadbent: No, darling, it's Jane. She's no good with men. She doesn't know any, and she doesn't want to know any.
Jimmy Broadbent: Well, she's a wise girl.
Sheila Broadbent: Oh, darling, it isn't funny. Now, you've got to talk to her.
Jimmy Broadbent: Talk to her? Why should I?
Sheila Broadbent: Well, because you're a man, and you can tell her what the young men want.
Jimmy Broadbent: [leering undertone] My dear!
Sheila Broadbent: Oh, don't be silly, darling, of course you can. I'm sure they don't change that much.
Jimmy Broadbent: No, you bet they don't.

Sheila Broadbent: What! David Fenner? Let me speak to him again. David, this is Sheila. About your mother, darling...
David Fenner: Well, I'm afraid she's dead, actually.
Sheila Broadbent: Yes, I know, darling, that's why I'm so sorry about asking you to give her my love.
David Fenner: I'm afraid I can't, because she's dead.
Sheila Broadbent: I know, darling, that's why I'm so sorry. It was such a silly mistake to make.
David Fenner: Well, she couldn't help it, actually.