The Deep Blue Sea

Dawn Maxwell:
Anyway, chin up, love... there's nothing ever quite so bad but thinking makes it worse

Mrs. Elton:
I wish I could understand what it was that possessed you to do a dreadful thing like that

Hester Collyer:
What possessed me, Mrs Elton? The Devil, I suppose

Mrs. Elton:
I should just think it was

Hester Collyer:
I'm not sure I meant quite that kind of devil. But when you're between any kind of devil and the deep blue sea, the deep blue sometimes looks very inviting. It did last night

Mrs. Elton:
I can't make you out. You're not a wicked woman. What you did last night was wicked and cruel. Now supposing it had been Mr Page and not you that we found lying there this morning... how would you have felt?

Hester Collyer:
Very, very surprised

Mrs. Elton:
Nothing more?

Hester Collyer:
Oh, yes, a lot more; a whole universe more. But he's not lying there, Mrs Elton, he's playing golf. And when he comes back from golf, he must know nothing of what happened last night. You understand? Nothing.