Princess Caraboo

Mrs. Worrall:
What makes you think she's Turkish?

Vicar:
Oh, her hat, ma'am.

Frixos:
You are a fraud. I know you're a fraud, and I have spit in your soup. [pause] No, worser, I've pissed in it.

Mrs. Worrall:
Frixos, are you addressing the princess?

Frixos:
I'm telling her about the soup. It is cream of sorrel and the cook hope she like it very much.

Mrs. Worrall:
You know she doesn't understand English.

Mr. Worrall:
Neither does Frixos, so maybe they'll understand each other. [he laughs and so does Caraboo] You see, my dear? She appreciates my little witticisms.

Mrs. Worrall:
Surely, you only address a guest when they address you, Frixos.

Frixos:
Yes, madam

Mr. Worrall:
Who is it?

Frixos:
Oh, that is a filthy beggar.

Mr. Worrall:
A beggar?

Mrs. Peake:
Mary? Mary, don't you recognize me?

Charlotte:
It is Mary!

Mrs. Peake:
Mrs. Worrall, there's no doubt about it. This is the girl I employed myself as a maid.

Mrs. Worrall:
Is this true? [pause]

Princess Caraboo:
I'm very sorry, ma'am. I'm very sorry.

Frixos:
I wish you every success and happiness in America, Princess.

Princess Caraboo:
Thank you, Mr. Frixos.

Mrs. Worrall:
Mr. Worrall, after ten years of marriage, the time has come for me to say enough is enough. I have arranged lodgings for you in Bristol. The servants will remain with me, of course... with the exception of Betty. You'll need a housekeeper.

Mrs. Worrall:
Your flag tells the world that our home has become your home, my dear... for as long as you wish to remain in England.

Frixos:
[about Princess Caraboo] I don't trust her.

Gutch:
You are the butler, aren't you, Frixos?

Frixos:
Yes. Regrettably.

Frixos:
Mrs. Worrall, I little anxious what Mr. Worrall say when he come home.

Mrs. Worrall:
Oh, Frixos, what Mr. Worrall has to say should be no concern of yours.

Frixos:
Yes, madam.