Patricia Routledge credited as playing...
Hyacinth
- Hyacinth: I wish Rose would settle down and find a husband. One of her own, I mean, not somebody else's.
- [first lines]
- Hyacinth: [opening the door just as the postman is about to slip a letter through] Aaaaah! What have you got?
- The Postman: Heart failure.
- [hands her the letter]
- Hyacinth: Well, this can't be it. This is a bill; this isn't it. It *should* be on stiff white card from the Lord Chamberlain's Office.
- The Postman: What should?
- Hyacinth: Our invitation. To the Royal Garden Party. My husband has recently retired after a lifetime of devoted service to the community. Now, that means an invitation to the Royal Garden Party; bound to.
- The Postman: Oh, bound to.
- Hyacinth: Mr. Hislop at number 43 went to the Royal Garden Party last year, and he only drives a C registration.
- [the postman starts off]
- Hyacinth: Are you sure there's nothing else in your bag?
- The Postman: Not for this address, Mrs. Bu... Bouquet.
- Hyacinth: Well, that's very strange. It must be lying about somewhere, lost in the depths of your sorting office.
- The Postman: Your husband retired, has he?
- Hyacinth: Mm-hmm.
- The Postman: Wow! If anybody deserves a garden party!
- Hyacinth: Exactly.
- Hyacinth: [looking for iron age remains and spotting a lump] It could be a Neanderthal barrow, Dear. It says in the guide book they had barrows. I expect they wheeled rocks about and things.
- Hyacinth: [Richard is up a tree] Can you see anything now?
- Richard: I daren't look!
- Hyacinth: Come along, Richard! Use your eyes!
- Richard: I daren't even open them! I don't like heights!
- Hyacinth: [to herself] It's at times like these I miss my Sheridan...
- Richard: When did HE ever climb a tree?
- Hyacinth: He would for his mummy, dear! Richard, you're not all that high, dear!
- Richard: That's not the impression you get from up here!