Dangerous Corner

Charles Stanton:
You're not going to throw me out of the house. I'll go out in the ordinary way, thank you.

Mrs. Freda Chatfield:
I wish I knew what to do.

Robert Chatfield:
About what?

Mrs. Freda Chatfield:
You'd hardly understand, Robert, but I am now facing a most urgent problem; the sort of problem that only women have to face. If a man has been dragged back to your house to be told he's a liar, a cad, and a possible thief, oughtn't you to make a few sandwiches for him?

Ann Beale:
If Charles goes, the firm will suffer.

Robert Chatfield:
Don't worry, the firm's smashed to bits now!

Ann Beale:
It wouldn't do for Miss Mockridge to come to my apartment and find a man leaving before breakfast. You know her books.

Maude Mockridge:
I have my own moral code. It's quite simple. Two baths a day and mind your manners.

Betty:
Come along, you're keeping my husband waiting. It wouldn't matter but he's got the gin.

Maude Mockridge:
You might do something about Charles. He seems so, um, at loose ends. Couldn't you marry him or something?

Charles Stanton:
I think telling the truth is about as healthy as skidding around a corner at 60. And life's got too many dangerous corners.

Ann Beale:
The real truth - that is, every single little thing, with nothing missing at all - wouldn't be dangerous. I suppose that's God's truth. What most people mean by truth is only half the real truth. It doesn't tell you all that went on inside everybody, everything they really thought and felt. It simply gives you a lot of facts that were hidden away, and perhaps were a lot better hidden away.

Charles Stanton:
Right you are, it's treacherous stuff.