Dean Spanley

Wrather:
It's the little things that try us, said the man of the pygmy judge.

Fisk Senior:
There's no point to regretting things that have gone to the trouble of happening

Fisk Junior:
Do you believe in the transmigration of souls, Mrs. Brimley?

Mrs Brimley:
I don't believe in letting foreigners in, if that's what you mean.

Wrather:
Been a great pleasure, sir.

Fisk Senior:
Easily pleased, is all I can say.

Fisk Junior:
Now, there is a lecture by one Swami Nala Prash. About the transmigration of souls.

Fisk Senior:
Poppycock! Think if we had souls they wouldn't get in touch? 'course they would! Think your mother wouldn't be on to me about that garden? 'course she would!

Fisk Senior:
Let's go to my club. Have a stiff one.

Fisk Junior:
I thought you didn't go there anymore.

Fisk Senior:
That was in the past. This is the present, young Fisk. There's no time like the present as that Swami calls it. What was it? The eternal now.

Fisk Senior:
What about him pinching my line?

Dean Spanley:
What line Sir?

Fisk Senior:
The anteroom of eternity.

Dean Spanley:
I rather thought that common usage.

Fisk Senior:
Not at all. Out of my own head that came. Rather like having your pocket picked.

Fisk Senior:
Do not presume to judge me, young Fisk.

Fisk Junior:
I should first have to understand you, father. And that, I confess, I do not.

Fisk Senior:
Perhaps you would have to become a father first.

Fisk Junior:
Your example disinclines me to that particular comprehension I'm afraid.

Fisk Senior:
Very handy, Thursday. Keeps Wednesday and Friday from colliding.

Fisk Junior:
If I were to tell you, you wouldn't believe me.

Fisk Senior:
Then by all means don't tell me, I don't believe in enough things already.

Mrs Brimley:
Sat in that chair night after night, never said a word.

Mrs Brimley:
Just nodded, sociable-like, and spat in the fire every now and again.

Mrs Brimley:
That were Albert's one bad habit.

Mrs Brimley:
I talk to the chair sometimes and it's just like old times.

Mrs Brimley:
Except the chair don't spit.