Old Dark House

Rebecca Femm:
They were all godless here. They used to bring their women here - brazen, lolling creatures in silks and satins. They filled the house with laughter and sin, laughter and sin. And if I ever went down among them, my own father and brothers - they would tell me to go away and pray, and I prayed - and left them with their lustful red and white women.

Horace Femm:
The fact is, Morgan is an uncivilized brute. Sometimes he drinks heavily. A night like this will set him going and once he's drunk he's rather dangerous.

Horace Femm:
It's only gin, you know. Only gin. I like gin.

Horace Femm:
Have a potato.

Rebecca Femm:
What is it? What do they want?

Horace Femm:
Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Rebecca Femm.

Roger Penderel:

Margaret Waverton:
How do you do?

Rebecca Femm:
What are they doing here? What do they want?

Roger Penderel:

Margaret Waverton:
How do you do?

Rebecca Femm:
What did they say? What do they want? What are they doing here? What's all the fuss about? What?

Horace Femm:
You must excuse my sister, she's a little deaf. In fact sometimes quite deaf.

Margaret Waverton:
It's a dreadful night.

Rebecca Femm:
What?

Margaret Waverton:
I said it's a dreadful night.

Rebecca Femm:
Yes, it's a very old house. Very old.

Margaret Waverton:
It's very kind of you to let us stay.

Rebecca Femm:
What?

Margaret Waverton:
I say you're very kind.

Rebecca Femm:
Yes it is a dreadful night. I'm a little deaf.

Margaret Waverton:
I understand.

Rebecca Femm:
Yes. No beds!

Margaret Waverton:
Well, I know what I'm going to do. That is if Miss Femm will let me.

Rebecca Femm:
What?

Margaret Waverton:
I'm dreadfully wet and I'd be so glad if I could go and change my clothes.

Margaret Waverton:
What?

Rebecca Femm:
I wondered if I might go and change my things.

Margaret Waverton:
You look wet. You'd better go and change your things.

Horace Femm:
We make our own electric light here, and we are not very good at it. Pray, don't be alarmed if they go out altogether

Roger Penderel:
There's someone outside.

Rebecca Femm:
They can't come in!

Rebecca Femm:
No beds!

Gladys DuCane:
I know wind when I see it.