- Rebecca Femm: [feels the fabric of Margaret Waverton's low-cut gown] Fine stuff, but it'll rot.
- Rebecca Femm: [touches Margaret's skin above the neckline] Finer stuff still, but it'll rot too!
- Horace Femm: [picking up a bunch of flowers] My sister was on the point of arranging these flowers.
- [Horace tosses the flowers into the fire]
- [Morgan slowly opens the door, groaning and muttering]
- Penderel: Even Welsh ought not to sound like that!
- Rebecca Femm: They were all godless here. They used to bring their women here - brazen, lolling creatures in silks and satins. They filled the house with laughter and sin, laughter and sin. And if I ever went down among them, my own father and brothers - they would tell me to go away and pray, and I prayed - and left them with their lustful red and white women.
- Horace Femm: The fact is, Morgan is an uncivilized brute. Sometimes he drinks heavily. A night like this will set him going and once he's drunk he's rather dangerous.
- Margaret Waverton: It's a dreadful night.
- Rebecca Femm: What?
- Margaret Waverton: I said it's a dreadful night.
- Rebecca Femm: Yes, it's a very old house. Very old.
- Margaret Waverton: It's very kind of you to let us stay.
- Rebecca Femm: What?
- Margaret Waverton: I say you're very kind.
- Rebecca Femm: Yes it is a dreadful night. I'm a little deaf.
- Margaret Waverton: I understand.
- Rebecca Femm: Yes. No beds!
- Horace Femm: We make our own electric light here, and we are not very good at it. Pray, don't be alarmed if they go out altogether.
- Sir William Porterhouse: So, you got your feet wet?
- Gladys: Yes, Bill, and that wasn't all either.
- Sir William Porterhouse: Yes, I didn't suppose it was!
- Rebecca Femm: Horace what are you doing? We aren't all heathens!
- Horace Femm: [mockingly] Oh I had forgotten my sister's strange tribal habits. The beef will seem less tough when she has invoked a blessing upon it.
- Rebecca Femm: Horace Femm, if I can't hear, I can see. You're blaspheming.
- Horace Femm: On the contrary, my dear Rebecca, I was merely telling your wondering guests that you were about to thank your Gods for their bounty.
- Rebecca Femm: That'll do... I know your mocking, lying tongue.
- Horace Femm: ...to thank them for the health and prosperity and happiness granted to this family, for its years of peace and plenty, to thank them for having created Rebecca Femm, and Roderick Femm, and Saul...
- Rebecca Femm: Stop!
- Rebecca Femm: What is it? What do they want?
- Horace Femm: Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Rebecca Femm.
- Penderel, Philip Waverton, Margaret Waverton: How do you do?
- Rebecca Femm: What are they doing here? What do they want?
- Penderel, Philip Waverton, Margaret Waverton: How do you do?
- Rebecca Femm: What did they say? What do they want? What are they doing here? What's all the fuss about? What?
- Horace Femm: You must excuse my sister, she's a little deaf. In fact sometimes quite deaf.
- [the Wavertons and Penderel are completely lost on a dark and stormy night]
- Margaret Waverton: Well now for heaven's sake stop. Let's look at a map or something.
- Penderel: My view is, we're not on a map.
- Margaret Waverton: Well, I know what I'm going to do. That is if Miss Femm will let me.
- Rebecca Femm: What?
- Margaret Waverton: I'm dreadfully wet and I'd be so glad if I could go and change my clothes.
- Rebecca Femm: What?
- Margaret Waverton: I wondered if I might go and change my things.
- Rebecca Femm: You look wet. You'd better go and change your things.
- Sir William Porterhouse: Oh, nothing like roast beef when a man's hungry.
- Sir William Porterhouse: [begins to sing the first line] Oh, the roast beef of Old England... how does that go? Do you remember that Mr. Waverton or was that before your time?
- Philip Waverton: Penderel's our song expert.
- Sir William Porterhouse: [to Penderel] Oh, so you're musical, are you? Well, I've got a bit of a good ear myself...
- Horace Femm: [knocking loudly on the table] Have a potato!
- Rebecca Femm: No beds! They can't have beds!
- Horace Femm: As my sister hints, there are, I'm afraid, no beds.
- Margaret Waverton: It won't help things losing your temper.
- Philip Waverton: I've never been in a better temper in my life. I love driving a hundred miles through the dark practically without headlights. I love the trickle of ice cold water pouring down my neck. This is one of the happiest moments of my life.
- [the road the Waverton's are on has been flooded]
- Margaret Waverton: Don't stop!
- Philip Waverton: How can I help stopping? Do you think we're in a motorboat?
- Penderel: [singing] Stuck for the night/stuck for the night... .
- Margaret Waverton: Mr. Pendelel, please!
- Philip Waverton: Sorry.
- [Waverton tries to drive their car across the flooded road]
- Margaret Waverton: Do you think we'll do it?
- Philip Waverton: I really don't know.
- Penderel: [waving his glove derisively] Bon voyage!
- [first lines]
- [on a dark and stormy night, the Waverton's car get stuck in the mud]
- Philip Waverton: Hell!
- Margaret Waverton: What are you stopping for?
- Philip Waverton: A rest.
- Margaret Waverton: Really, Philip, you can't stop here. Either go on or go back. You can't expect me to spend the night like a half-drowned rat on a mountainside.
- Philip Waverton: It's better to stop than to drive the car gently over a cliff, isn't it?
- [last lines]
- Penderel: [regaining consciousness] So, I'm really dead and gone to heaven?
- Gladys: No, it's morning and we've only just their tail behind.
- Penderel: Morning?
- Gladys: Yes, the cold light of day. Wasn't there something you were going to tell me in the cold light of day?
- Penderel: Come to think of it, there was. Perkins, will you marry me?
- [they embrace and kiss]