Carry On Cruising

Captain:
Flo! Ebb a bit.

Doctor:
You're overwrought!

Glad:
I'm underprivileged!

Marjoribanks:
I always find the first few days make me feel quite drowsy.

Captain:
Shut your port-hole.

Marjoribanks:
Begging your pardon, sir, one must have fresh...

Captain:
...and your cake-hole.

Marjoribanks:
Gentlemen, have I your agreement for a policy of unremitting quasi-teutonic organisational protectionism?

Doctor:
Every time I look at you I hear music.

Flo Castle:
Every time I look at you I think of music.

Doctor:
You do?

Flo Castle:
Colonel Bogey. Excuse me.

Captain:
I'm going to be blunt, and make some very cutting remarks.

Marjoribanks:
To be sure, sir, that's a contradiction in terms, but then English is a very curious language!

Captain:
If you interrupt me once more, Mr....?

Marjoribanks:
Marjoribanks, sir.

Captain:
You interrupt me once more, mate, and you'll hear some really curious language!

Captain:
Don't tell me. You're my new steward. Lovall has broken his leg. You've only done three trips, all from Tower Bridge to Margate.

Tom Tree:
That's right, sir. How can you tell?

Captain:
I'm psychic!

Captain:
Tom Tree.

Tom Tree:
That's right, sir. Branches everywhere!

GLAD:
l shall be taking coffee alone, Miss Castle.

FLO:
l do not say l hope it chokes you, Miss Trimble, l merely gloat over the possibility.