The Killing of Sister George

Alice:
Not all women are raving bloody lesbians, you know.

George:
That is a misfortune I am perfectly well aware of!

Betty Thaxter:
What's one looking for then, love and affection?

George:
I suppose you could put it like that, yes.

Betty Thaxter:
Oh. I think I need a drink now.

George:
I collect horse brasses.

Mercy Croft:
Oh, how useful.

Mercy Croft:
People are always telling me how cheerful you look, riding around on your bike.

George:
Well, you'd look cheerful too with fifty cubic centimeters throbbing away between your legs!

George:
Hello Crofters!

Alice:
I use half a level teaspoon of bicarbonated soda.

Mercy Croft:
Now you're giving away trade secrets.

Alice:
And one level teaspoon of cream of tartar.

George:
Shut up.

Alice:
And one egg.

George:
Shut up!

Alice:
Some people prefer two eggs but I think one's enough.

George:
SHUT UP!

Mercy Croft:
Now then girls! Girls...

Mercy Croft:
Are those bathroom scales accurate?

George:
Yes, I think so.

Mercy Croft:
Oh good!

Mercy Croft:
It so happens that your death will coincide with road safety week, a cause which we know is very close to your heart.

George:
I'm going to give the people what they really want -commercials!

[final lines]

George:
Moo. Moo! MOOOOOO!

George:
Anyway, where were you when I phoned you at the office?

Alice:
I told you Mr. Katz gave us the day off; it's a Jewish holiday.

George:
Oh, really? what holiday?

Alice:
I don't know... Feast of the Contamination, or something.

Alice:
What are you doing?

George:
I'm writing something very obscene about the British Broadcasting Corporation.

George:
By yourself? You couldn't even cross the bloody road by yourself!