This Above All

Iris Cathaway:
I'm not against equality. I'm perfectly prepared to be equal with anybody providing they don't start being equal with me.

Clive Briggs:
[Listening to the German bombardment] Don't worry. They're not going to waste bombs on a WAAF camp.

Prudence Cathaway:
Why not?

Clive Briggs:
My girl, don't you realize that a big bomb costs a thousand pounds? We could go around the world on the price of one bomb!

Prudence Cathaway:
[referring to Britain's involvement in the War] It's too late to doubt or question. We're in it now, and we've got to go on!

Clive Briggs:
A man must have integrity. He's not entitled to free thought unless he's willing to pay the price of admitting it. Dare not admit what I believe, then I have no right to believe it

Prudence Cathaway:
[to Aunt Iris] When you and Uncle Wilfred talk, I seem to hear words oozing from the holes of a moth eaten sofa.

Iris Cathaway:
It's none of my business, but if you want my opinion, Prudence is not behaving in a manner befitting her position. Yesterday afternoon, she took Bert Higgins, the gardener, for a drive in her car, instead of attending Lord Everton's charity party.

Dr. Roger Cathaway:
Bert Higgins is convalescing. I took out his appendix last month.

Iris Cathaway:
That doesn't confer special privileges.

Dr. Roger Cathaway:
I remember taking out Lord Everton's appendix a year ago. Do you know it was exactly like Bert's?

Iris Cathaway:
That's a ridiculous argument. We don't shake hands with each other's appendixes? Or is it appendices?