- [the children are keen to see some real ghosts]
- Mr. Blunden: As they grow older they lose their power to believe in the unlikely.
- [about the Allen's new home]
- Bus Driver: Ghoulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties, that place 'as got 'em.
- Mr. Blunden: Do you think you'd be afraid if you saw... a ghost? These ghosts would appear to you very much like ordinary people... children of your own age, or even an old man, such as myself.
- Sara Latimer: Someone is trying to tell us how to escape; not to another place, but to another time.
- [the children try to discover if a substance is poisonous]
- Georgie Latimer: I'm not giving it to her because I think it is poison, I'm only making sure it isn't! Why are you pulling a funny face? It's either Mrs. Wickens or her cat, and that cat never did anyone any harm!
- Mr. Blunden: I have suffered for 100 years... tormented by my own conscience. It seemed more like a thousand years.
- Thomas: Miss Sara. Is she alright?
- Jamie Allen: They're alive, but I can't wake them up, Tom. They've been drugged!
- Mr. Blunden: James, we will go together. The fire will not touch you... Now is the time. Look straight ahead, and don't be afraid.
- Lucy Allen: [Talking to the house] It's all very well for you, you'll belong to somebody again. But what about us? Where do we belong?
- Jamie Allen: Are you Smith?
- Mr. Clutterbug: I beg your pardon?
- Jamie Allen: Are you Smith? Blunden, Claverton and Smith.
- Mr. Clutterbug: No sonny-jim, I am Mr. Clutterbug.
- Jamie Allen: You should be pleased.
- Mr. Clutterbug: Why?
- Jamie Allen: No one could forget a name like that.
- [leaves]
- Mr. Claverton: It is a silly name.
- Mr. Clutterbug: I'm sorry... sir.
- Jamie Allen: [Standing at the bottom of the burning staircase trying to rescue Georgie] I would if I could. I would, Georgie, I would!
- Mrs. Wickens the Housekeeper: Now where's she going for her honeymoon like she says; Paris, Rome... even if its only the Isle of Wight for God's sake put her out of her misery!
- Uncle Bertie: It may well be the Isle of Wight dear mother-in-law.
- Bella: The Isle of Wight? God strewth!
- Uncle Bertie: Steady dearest. The truth is financially I am hopelessly embarassed, hopelessly, I haven't said so as I had no wish to spoil our wedding day.
- Mrs. Wickens the Housekeeper: Well you're having a darn good try Albert!