Janet Mackensie:
Perhaps you can help me, your Lordship. Six months, I have applied for my hearing aid and I am still waiting for it.
Judge:
My dear madame. Considering the rubbish that is being talked nowadays, you are missing very little.
Sir Wilfrid:
Be prepared for hysterics and even a fainting spell. Better have smelling salts handy and a nip of brandy.
Christine Vole:
I do not think that will be necessary. I never faint because I am not sure that I will fall gracefully and I never use smelling salts because they puff up the eyes. I am Christine Vole.
Leonard Vole:
But this is England, where I thought you never arrest, let alone convict, people for crimes they have not committed.
Sir Wilfrid:
We try not to make a habit of it.
Miss Plimsoll:
Teeny weeny flight of steps, Sir Wilfrid, we mustn't forget we've had a teeny weeny heart attack.
Leonard Vole:
What are you looking for?
Christine Vole:
My accordion.
Leonard Vole:
[
stepping on it] I think I've found it.
Christine Vole:
Step on it again. It's still breathing.
Leonard Vole:
[
in Christine's bombed-out hovel] It's horrible! In a gemutlich sort of way.
Mr. Myers:
I hope we are not to be deprived of the learned and stimulating company of Sir Wilfrid?
Sir Wilfrid:
I am constantly surprised that women's hats do not provoke more murders.
Miss Plimsoll:
Shall we roll up the window, Sir Wilfrid?
Sir Wilfrid:
Just roll up your mouth, you talk too much. If I'd known how much you talk I'd never have come out of my coma. This thing weighs a ton.
[
He tosses toward Plimsoll a robe he is under during the trip from hospital to home]
Christine Vole:
Damn you. Damn you. Damn you! Damn you!
Miss Plimsoll:
Wilfrid the Fox! That's what they call him, and that's what he is!
Sir Wilfrid:
[
getting progressively more agitated] The question is whether you were lying then or are you lying now... or whether in fact you are a chronic and habitual LIAR!
Sir Wilfrid:
If you were a woman, Miss Plimsoll, I would strike you!
Sir Wilfrid:
My Lord, may I also remind my learned friend that his witness, by her own admission, has already violated so many oaths that I am surprised the Testament did not LEAP FROM HER HAND when she was sworn here today! I doubt if anything is to be gained by questioning you any further! That will be all, Frau Helm!
Sir Wilfrid:
Kings, prime ministers, archbishops, even barristers have stood in the dock.
Christine Vole:
You are burning my nose.
The Cockney Woman:
I'll give ya somethin' to dream about, Mister. *Wanna kiss me, ducky?*
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