Joseph Finsbury:
[carrying on a one-sided conversation with the Bournemouth Strangler] Ahh, the avocational activities of man are many and varied. Some demand skill - yours for instance! Carpentry... the playing of games with balls of various sizes!
Joseph Finsbury:
[riding with the Hackett funeral party] It is, as you know, a statistical fact that in London one person dies every twenty-five seconds - which means that it is extremely probable that one of us may not even live to arrive at the ceremony!
Morris Finsbury:
I collect eggs, Doctor.
Doctor Pratt: Eggs, yes. Oh, I enjoy an egg myself, yes. They don't make good pets, though; you can never get them in at night.
Doctor Pratt: Eggs, yes. Oh, I enjoy an egg myself, yes. They don't make good pets, though; you can never get them in at night.
Morris Finsbury:
I was wondering - do you by any chance happen to have any - uh - death certificates?
Doctor Pratt: Do I happen to have any death certificates? What a monstrous thing, sir - what a monstrous thing to say to a member of the medical profession! Do you realize the enormity of what you have just said?
Morris Finsbury: Yes. Do you have any death certificates?
Doctor Pratt: How many do you want?
Doctor Pratt: Do I happen to have any death certificates? What a monstrous thing, sir - what a monstrous thing to say to a member of the medical profession! Do you realize the enormity of what you have just said?
Morris Finsbury: Yes. Do you have any death certificates?
Doctor Pratt: How many do you want?
Michael Finsbury:
[examining a Classical Greek statue] Is it a fraud, Peacock?
Peacock: Life is a fraud, Master Michael.
Peacock: Life is a fraud, Master Michael.
Peacock:
[a grand piano jammed in a doorway] You know what that is? That is stuck. That is what that is.
Doctor Pratt:
Well, it'll cost you five shillings.
Morris Finsbury: Price is no object.
Doctor Pratt: Right. Ten shillings, then. Payable in advance.
Morris Finsbury: Price is no object.
Doctor Pratt: Right. Ten shillings, then. Payable in advance.
[Aboard a train engine after a wreck]
First Driver: Fred?
Stoker: Yeah?
First Driver: We haven't heard the last of this.
First Driver: Fred?
Stoker: Yeah?
First Driver: We haven't heard the last of this.
[Recounting the railway accident]
Joseph Finsbury: I was in the water closet of the Bournemouth express when it quite unaccountably exploded, thereby extensively damaging the rest of the train. I can't really think that I was to blame, although at the time I was smoking.
Joseph Finsbury: I was in the water closet of the Bournemouth express when it quite unaccountably exploded, thereby extensively damaging the rest of the train. I can't really think that I was to blame, although at the time I was smoking.
[the doctor, owner of dozens of cats, is coughing]
Doctor Pratt: I'm all right; it's just a fur ball; it's nothing. Strangely, I haven't had fur for a fortnight.
Doctor Pratt: I'm all right; it's just a fur ball; it's nothing. Strangely, I haven't had fur for a fortnight.
