If You See God, Tell Him

Muriel Spry:
Gordon, how do you feel about a baby?

Gordon Spry:
Not sure I could manage a whole one. Perhaps I'd better just have the dummy with a bit of cream.

[talking about their son]

Gordon Spry:
He's 18! In another three years he'll be able to make his own bed and everything.

Muriel Spry:
It doesn't seem five minutes since he was suckling on my nipple.

Gordon Spry:
All men grow out of that, the same as I will.

[standing over the coffin of his aunt]

Gordon Spry:
Apart from being dea-... she looks as though the holiday has done her some good!

Gordon Spry:
Yes, the slicer... that should do the trick nicely...

Muriel Spry:
What are you going to do?

Gordon Spry:
Just going to slice Uncle Godfrey to death before lunch...

Muriel Spry:
What on earth for?

[Gordon is starting to have second thoughts]

Gordon Spry:
I'll drown him! Less mess!