Captain Scott:
You're the first American woman I've met. Are they all like you?

Catherine Wyatt:
Why? How do I seem?

Captain Scott:
Well, shall we say a little bit more independent than most?

Catherine Wyatt:
Is that the tactful English way of saying you think I'm pig-headed?

Catherine Wyatt:
Are you sure about Mr. Van Layden? I mean, won't you get into a lot of trouble if you're wrong?

Captain Scott:
Wouldn't you like to see me drummed out of my regiment? Paraded before the troops? Medals torn off my manly bosom? I used to think that would be just your cup of tea.

Catherine Wyatt:
They don't really do all that, do they?

Captain Scott:
Well, of course they do! And my best friend calls on me in my quarters, hands me a loaded revolver and says, "Carruthers, its the only way out for a gentleman."

Captain Scott:
"Be thankful you're living and trust your luck, march to your front like a soldier."

Catherine Wyatt:
Who said that?

Captain Scott:
Man called Kipling. Another tea-drinker.