Ann Shankland:
I didn't mean any harm.
John Malcolm:
That's when you do the most damage.
Ann Shankland:
We all make mistakes.
John Malcolm:
You specialize in them.
Ann Shankland:
You're making it a bit too obvious, you know, that you hate the very sight of me.
John Malcolm:
The very sight of you is perhaps the one thing about you I don't hate.
Mrs. Railton-Bell:
Are you on the side of Mr. Malcolm and his defense advice or are you on the side of the Christian virtues -- like Mr. Fowler and myself?
John Malcolm:
Never in my life have I heard a question so disgracefully begged. You should be in politics, Mrs. Railton-Bell.
Mr. Fowler:
The trouble about being on the side of right, as one sees it, is that one often finds oneself in the company of such very questionable allies.
John Malcolm:
You know something, Ann? No one I know of lies with such sincerity.
Miss Meacham:
And what do I know of morals and ethics? Only what I read in novels. And as I only read thrillers, that doesn't amount to much.
Pat Cooper:
[
to John about his relationship with Ann] When you're together, you slash each other to pieces. When you're alone, you slash yourselves to pieces.
Sibyl Railton-Bell:
Why have you told so many awful lies?
Major Angus Pollock:
Because I don't like myself the way I am, i suppose. I had to invent someone else... It's not harmful really. We all have our daydreams. Mine have just gone a step further than most people.
[
laughs ironically]
Major Angus Pollock:
Sometimes I just manage to believe in the Major myself.
Mrs. Railton-Bell:
We want your views on Major Pollock.
Miss Meacham:
Do you? Well, my views of Major Pollock are that he's always been a crashing old bore and a wicked old fraud, and now I hear he's a dirty old man too. I'm not surprised, and, quite between these four walls, I don't give a damn.
John Malcolm:
[
to Ann] You know something? No one else I know of lies with such sincerity.
John Malcolm:
Is this your year for looking up old husbands?
Ann Shankland:
Only the special ones.
Mrs. Railton-Bell:
I have no curiosity about the working classes.
Lady Matheson:
[
Reprovingly, talking about Sybil] I'm surprised at you, Mr. Malcolm. You should not have brought her into it.
John Malcolm:
I suppose not. I thought I might get her once, just this once in her whole life, to publicly disagree with her mother. It'd save her soul if she ever did.
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