Simon Peck: Now, remember, my dear, there's going to be a lot of people listening, but you mustn't be nervous, you mustn't be afraid.
Barbara Barry: Afraid of what?
Simon Peck: That's just the thing, my dear, there's nothing to be afraid of.
Barbara Barry: Do you want me to be afraid?
Simon Peck: Heavens no, darling! That's why I'm talking to you.
Barbara Barry: If I do get afraid, it'll be on account of you talking so much.

Stebbins: That's the third sneeze.
Collins: I'm afraid you'll have to go to bed.
Barbara Barry: But I'm not sick. I feel fine!
Woodward: Oh, Collins, she's perfectly well. A sneeze is nothing to be alarmed at.
Collins: Maybe so, But I'm responsible for the child. Come along, dear.
Woodward: The child sneezes, and you'd think the world has come to an end. Why can't they leave her alone? She's a perfectly normal, healthy child. The way they carried on here, you'd think she was made of glass! Something ought to be done.
Collins: How Mr. Barry can stand that woman is beyond me.
Woodward: You can't expect a widower and a man as busy as Mr. Barry to notice everything that goes on in the house.