Quality Street

Mary Willoughby:
[Goes to the window and looks out] It's that impertinent recruiting sergeant. I passed him on the street yesterday. He closed one of his eyes at me, then quickly opened it again. [She demonstrates to the other ladies in the room] I knew what he meant. [She looks out again and sees the recruiting officer wink at her. She quickly closes the window curtain]

Dr. Valentine Brown:
You know, Miss Phoebe.

Phoebe Throssel:
[Nervously] Yes, Mr. Brow... Brown.

Dr. Valentine Brown:
To me you'll always be like this quiet, old-fashioned garden full of the flowers I love best because I've known them longest. The daisy that stands for innocence, the hyacinth for constancy, the modest violet, and the rose.

Phoebe Throssel:
It's a pretty speech, sir.

Dr. Valentine Brown:
And from the heart.

Susan Throssel:
A misunderstanding.

Phoebe Throssel:
Just a mistake.

Susan Throssel:
We can let it down. Other gentlemen have been attracted by you, Phoebe.

Phoebe Throssel:
I didn't want them.

Susan Throssel:
They will come again. And others.

Phoebe Throssel:
No. Never speak of that to me anymore. I let him kiss me.

Susan Throssel:
You could not prevent him.

Phoebe Throssel:
Yes, I could. I know I could now. I wanted him to do it. Oh, never speak to me of others after that. Perhaps he saw I wanted him to do it and did it to please me. But I meant it. Indeed, I did. And I gave it to him with all my love. Sister, I could bear all the rest... But I've been unladylike.