The Bishop's Wife

Sylvester:
The main trouble is there are too many people who don't know where they're going and they want to get there too fast!

Dudley:
Sometimes angels rush in where fools fear to tread.

Henry Brougham:
Are you expecting a letter?

Dudley:
Well, you never know. If I did get one, the stamp would certainly be worth saving.

Dudley:
The world changes, but two things remain constant... Youth and Beauty. They're really one in the same thing.

Julia Brougham:
Yes. The trouble is, people grow old.

Dudley:
Not everybody. The only people who grow old were born old to begin with.

Prof. Wutheridge:
God bless you!

Dudley:
Thank you! I'll pass that recommendation along.

Prof. Wutheridge:
When you want to know about a woman, ask the old men. They know.

Matilda:
Nobody expects him be normal; he's a bishop.

Julia Brougham:
Oh Dudley, I never know when you are joking.

Dudley:
Ah, I am at my most serious when I'm joking.

Henry Brougham:
I was praying for a cathedral.

Dudley:
No, Henry. You were praying for guidance.

Henry Brougham:
Dudley, if we should need you again, will you come back?

Dudley:
Not I. I shall ask to be assigned to the other end of the Universe.

Henry Brougham:
Is that because I was so difficult?

Dudley:
Oh, no. This difficulty was in me. When an Immortal finds himself envying the Mortal he is entrusted to his care, it's a danger signal. Take her in your arms and hold her tight. [Coming] Kiss her for me, you lucky Henry!

[last lines]

Henry Brougham:
Tonight I want to tell you the story of an empty stocking. Once upon a midnight clear, there was a child's cry. A blazing star hung over a stable and wise men came with birthday gifts. We haven't forgotten that night down the centuries; we celebrate it with stars on Christmas trees, the sound of bells and with gifts. But especially with gifts. You give me a book; I give you a tie. Aunt Martha has always wanted an orange squeezer and Uncle Henry could do with a new pipe. We forget nobody, adult or child. All the stockings are filled... all that is, except one. And we have even forgotten to hang it up. The stocking for the child born in a manger. It's his birthday we are celebrating. Don't ever let us forget that. Let us ask ourselves what he would wish for most... and then let each put in his share. Loving kindness, warm hearts and the stretched out hand of tolerance. All the shining gifts that make peace on earth.

Prof. Wutheridge:
For some time now, every time I pass the cemetery, I feel as though I'm apartment hunting.

Dudley:
Supposing I told you I came from another planet. Would you believe me?

Prof. Wutheridge:
I don't know.

Julia Brougham:
I'd believe you, Dudley.

Dudley:
And you'd be right, Julia, as always. We all come from our own little planets. That's why we're all different. That's what makes life interesting.

Dudley:
I appreciate your appreciation.

Duddley:

Our mission is to look after the lowliest sparrow.