- [first lines]
- Firefighter: [voiceover, reassuring Gillian after taking care of the Land Rover fire] It's all safe now. Why don't you get back in t'warm? We'll get off. Bye
- Gillian: Thanks.
- Gillian: [to Caroline over brandy] It wasn't, uh, a misunderstanding. I...
- [sighs and shakes her head]
- Gillian: I don't know. I don't even know why I'm telling you.
- [sips her drink]
- Gillian: Except that Raff doesn't generally behave like that. He's... He's not a thug. He's a grand lad. He's better than I deserve. He's like my dad. He's got a big streak of something very decent etched right through him. And I haven't. I'm a mess. Well, you know that. Put your finger on it first time you met me.
- Celia: [exiting the bathroom in the creepy hall she and Alan are stuck in] Eh, it's got a grand flush, that toilet. They built things properly, didn't they, the Victorians?
- Alan: [reading a guidebook] Well, strictly speaking, it's Georgian. 1836, North Tower were completed, year before Victoria ascended throne.
- Celia: Oh, very good.
- Alan: Main body of t'house... Here, I didn't know it were this old. Dates back to 1514!
- Celia: Oh, fancy!
- Alan: Yeah, it's a good job we didn't try smashing a window.
- [last lines]
- William: What's up?
- John: She's...
- William: What?
- John: ...seeing someone.
- William: Mum?
- John: Yes.
- William: [incredulous] Mum?
- John: Yes!
- William: Who?
- John: Some... I don't know. Does she bother with anyone in particular at school?
- William: [remembering seeing Caroline share a tender moment with Kate] No. Don't be stupid.
- John: Caroline!
- [dashing upstairs]
- John: Caroline! Caroline! Come on! Open the door!
- Caroline: [drying dishes] I'm sorry I inflicted my husband on you the other day.
- Gillian: [washing dishes] Oh, well, now don't apologize. I'm sorry my son got arrested in front of you all by his own uncle.
- Caroline: So he... Raff beat up the bloke that's lying on your couch.
- Gillian: Yeah. Yeah, he uh... He's Paul. He's...
- [sighing]
- Gillian: We're friends, me and Paul, and um, Raff got it into his head that we were more than friends, and he didn't like that. So he...
- Caroline: Then someone else beat him up even more?
- Gillian: Yeah. Yeah.
- Maurice: I understand you're a doctor.
- Caroline: [nodding] I'm a... Yeah.
- Harry: Is she?
- [to Caroline]
- Harry: Will you look at my foot?
- Maurice: Put your foot away.
- Harry: I've got poor circulation.
- Caroline: I'm not a medical doctor.
- Harry: What then, then?
- Caroline: Uh, chemistry.
- Harry: Chemistry, can they do that?
- Maurice: Ignore him. He's rural.