- Alan: What you thinking?
- Celia: I thought you'd had such a calm, uncomplicated life compared to me with Kenneth. I'm sorry you haven't.
- Alan: Yeah, and I've embroiled you in it now. Is that what you're thinking?
- Celia: No. No. I'm glad you can tell me things. Somebody with a good heart like you shouldn't have skeletons in their cupboard.
- Alan: Ah, it does still bother me. He were an alcoholic, more or less, he were handy with his fists, but he'd grown up in care. So I imagine it weren't entirely his fault that he turned out like he did.
- Celia: Happen he'd have died anyway.
- Alan: [sighs] Yeah.
- Celia: Or had brain damage. Perhaps she did him a favour.
- Alan: If it was suicide.
- Celia: Was there still more to it than you've said.
- Alan: [shaking his head] No, no, only that.
- Celia: Right, well, if that's what the coroner said.
- Alan: [sighs] I'm wondering if we should get married again? No, properly. Proper big do, no expense spared. Invite everybody, everybody we've ever heard of, eh? Would you like to be my best man, Harry, if we did?
- Harry: I don't know. Might feel a bit... Not right now.
- Gillian: Oh, shut up, you nitwit, say yes.
- [turning to Alan]
- Gillian: Er, assuming I'm invited. I assume I come under the umbrella of everybody you've ever heard of?
- Kate: You are unf... believable. You know that, don't you?
- Caroline: Kate, what you have to remember is that...
- Kate: I was so thrilled. I was so delighted when you told me you'd booked this place.
- Caroline: Okay, what...
- Kate: I was so flattered. 'Cause it was like, for the first time, you were happy to acknowledge outside the house that I was your partner. And then you go and book two separate rooms.
- [shakes her head]
- Kate: Mentally, I've left. Mentally, I'm not even here. Physically, I'm here because Greg's coming and I'd like to see him. Beyond that...
- Judith: Oh, you're a plagiarist.
- John: No!
- Judith: You even copied ideas I talked about. Writing it from
- [looking at Gillian]
- Judith: Bathsheba Everdene's point of view.
- John: That was entirely my idea.
- Judith: No. I put the idea in your head.
- John: This is a fantasy you've misremembered.
- Judith: No.
- John: You probably had a drink.
- Judith: Oh, you definitely had a drink!
- John: Judith, it's my story. This is my family. You don't even know these people.
- Judith: So bloody what? Shakespeare didn't know Richard the Third. It didn't stop him writing a shitty play about him.
- Gillian: [over a meal with Raff and John] Am I your muse?
- John: Well, at the risk of sounding wanky again...
- Gillian: Wow. Never been anybody's muse before. Not that I'm aware of.
- Raff: There's a surprise.
- Gillian: Sod off.
- [the baby fusses]
- Gillian: Oops, sorry, Calamity.
- Raff: Oh, that's going to stick now, thanks to deaf Granddad.
- Gillian: I like it. Wish he'd called me that. Sounds like someone who can kick arse.