The Bretts

Flora Evans:
[referring to Sutton] He was very upset when you shouted at him the other week.

Charles Brett:
I always shout at him!

Charles:
[admiring new motorcors] Wouldn't I - we cut a dash in this?

Lydia:
Yes, I can just see us, sailing grandly down Rosslyn Hill, pursued by hordes of tradesmen waving unpaid bills.

Charles:
They'd be hard-pressed to catch us in one of these. My dear Lydia, you know 'The King Shall Not Die' is doing splendidly. Despite my family's treacherous lack of confidence in my ability to fill the theatre.

Lydia:
Now, don't be so prickly, dear. More to the point is my lack of confidence in your ability to drive a motorcar.

Charles:
It wasn't my fault.

Lydia:
No, of course not, darling. The tree just leapt out in front of you. Oddly reminiscent of the climax of the Scottish play.

Lydia:
Stop grinning idiotically, she's young enough to be your daughter.

Charles:
Most women are, these days.

Martha:
You don't give up easily, do you?

Oliver Mortimer:
I don't give up at all.

Jean Lacy:
The worst of it is having been such an idiot.

Thomas Brett:
We're all idiots. The worst of it is being caught!

Flora Evans:
Nice to have Mrs. Brett back again?

Alfred Sutton:
Oh, yes, it's like old times, doors banging nicely upstairs.

Douglas Barron:
If we can please commence filming in the next lunar cycle, I should be extremely grateful.

Lydia Brett:
Sometimes, in a temper, you say things you mean.

Lydia Brett:
You have to love someone an awful lot to go on fighting for them.

Alfred Sutton:
He'd rather die than admit he's wrong, and she'd rather die than spoil a good exit.

Martha Brett:
Marriage is supposed to be a partnership, not a battle to the death.

Charles Brett:
That's what you think!

Martha:
All the revolutionaries in England could hold a conference in one drawing room. In fact, when Tom was at home, they frequently did.

Oliver Mortimer:
Complacency is Britain's fatal disease.

Martha:
It will never replace dipsomania.

Charles Brett:
He's trying to avoid me!

Lydia Brett:
We're all trying to avoid you, Charles, even the cat.

Charles Brett:
We don't have a cat.

Edwin Brett:
[as Thomas prepares to punch him] I'd much rather you didn't, but if you're absolutely insistent, could you make it a body blow? I've got a matinee on Monday.