The Last of Mrs. Cheyney

Lord Arthur Dilling:
By marrying I can make only one woman miserable. By remaining single I can make so many happy.

Fay Cheyney:
How disappointing you look in that dressing gown.

Lord Arthur Dilling:
Oh, and I chose the one that suits me best. How depressing; it must be me.

Fay Cheyney:
What terribly nice cigarettes.

Lord Arthur Dilling:
I'll send you some.

Lord Arthur Dilling:
Go into that bathroom and hide. I'll get rid of them!

Fay Cheyney:
Thanks, but like many other women, my life has been devoted to not being discovered in bathrooms!

George:
Who's the tall bloke along side the mistress?

Charles:
The tall bloke, is Lord Elton - a rich, eligible bachelor.

George:
Seems to have an eye to her.

Charles:
He has two eyes to her.

Lord Arthur Dilling:
She's a rather attractive woman, isn't she, Elton?

Lord Elton:
Well, personally, I prefer the word likable to attractive.

Lord Arthur Dilling:
I'd defer. To accuse a beautiful woman of being likable - is to suggest that her under clothes are made of linoleum.

Lord Arthur Dilling:
How are you Willie?

Lord Arthur Dilling:
All for the merry, old boy, all for the merry. I say, eh, have a little snifter.

Lord Arthur Dilling:
Oh, go to the devil!

Fay Cheyney:
How disappointing. I thought you were clever, but, you're really rather stupid.

Fay Cheyney:
I'm afraid I'm not at all modern. I don't smoke. I don't drink and I don't swear.

Lord Arthur Dilling:
Are you a good woman or are you not?

George:
Oh, damn this dickie! The bloody thing's choking me.

Joan:
Doing anything for a few minutes, Arthur?

Lord Arthur Dilling:
I am, but, Willie isn't.

Joan:
Come and make love to me in the garden, Willie.

Willie Wynton:
Not tonight, Joan. It's too windy.

Willie Wynton:
My word, how I hate my face.

Lady Maria:
Supposing you had to live with it, like your poor wife has.

Willie Wynton:
I never thought of that. I'll give you a little present.

Mrs. Wynton:
Thank you, Willie. I deserve it.

Fay Cheyney:
I'm afraid our little concert is hardly being appreciated.

Lord Elton:
Perhaps, they would prefer jazz.

Fay Cheyney:
Yes. Yes. And afterwards, what was it George said - We'll live like swells.

Lord Elton:
Tell me about Australia.

Fay Cheyney:
Oh, yes, to be sure. You've been there, of course?

Lord Elton:
Why, no. No. Unfortunately.

Fay Cheyney:
Well, you see, when you are having winter there, you are having summer here.

Lord Elton:
Oh, jolly odd, that.

Fay Cheyney:
I know too much about you. And you know too little about me.

Willie Wynton:
Cheerio, old squirt.

Lady Maria:
Come. Come. What will you take?

Willie Wynton:
I say, Mrs. Cheyney, when you open that shop, Elton and I will promise you on our word of honor, never to wear anything but women's under clothes. Ha-ha-ha. Frankly, up to this minute, I always believed he did. Ha-ha-ha. Ta-Ta!

Lord Arthur Dilling:
Next to going around the world with the woman one loves, I can think of nothing more attractive than going around with Charles.

Fay Cheyney:
But, of all the women that you've ever known, none has ever been so glad to see you in a bedroom, as I was last night.

Fay Cheyney:
You made an honest woman out of me!