Linet:
The funny thing is, it was Dagger who told me not to talk to strangers.

Lady Jean:
Well, next time, maybe you'll listen to him.

Linet:
Well, I shall still think it's a sad way of looking at things.

Nanny Bess:
Oh, Linet, you'll never change!

Percival:
Well, as long as you know the difference between being fool-hearted and being brave.

Linet:
One is facing trouble and the other is looking for it.

Linet:
If you never talk to strangers, you may never make a friend, and a friendly looking stranger is no danger.

Dagger:
It's a crazy world, m'dear.

Linet:
People always in a hurry.

Dagger:
Some young ladies disapear.

Linet:
Long as I'm here, why worry?

Lady Jean:
Mother, you must be careful what you say and do. People will say you are a witch.

Nanny Bess:
No, daughter, no. Just because I know a few things, that doesn't make me a witch. But just to be on the safe side, let's keep this a secret. Agreed?

Linet:
Agreed.

Lady Jean:
I love Percival.

Godfrey:
Then you love in vain. He's dead.

Lady Jean:
I can't believe that.

Godfrey:
You're stubborn. He's dead.

Linet:
He is not dead, Uncle. You mustn't say so.

Godfrey:
HE IS DEAD!

Godfrey:
You don't love anything, do you, Dagger?

Dagger:
I love to hunt with the pack under a full moon... I love a romantic dinner by the sea... The two don't seem to go together, though.

Percival:
Excuse me, ma'am. I don't know where I am; whose lands these are. I happen to be a stranger just home from the war.

Nanny Bess:
Well, you've landed on the moon and it's made of green cheese. And it belongs to an old frump named Molly... Welcome home, Percival.

Linet:
Mother, when will he come?

Lady Jean:
Your father? Soon... soon, I hope.