Eddy: I’ve got enough trouble with surplus furniture without occasional old people scattered around.
Saffy: It’s disgusting! That is so degrading to women!
Patsy: What do you mean? She’s got the whip.
Eddy: Look at Mummy, darling. Does Mummy need surgery?
Saffy: Yes. Get your mouth sewn up.
Eddy: I was taken up, up to heaven and I spoke with God.
Saffy: What about?
Eddy: Well, shopping mainly…
Woman: I don’t know how they get people to go to these parties.
Patsy: It’s cocaine. Lines inside mean lines outside.
Saffy: Mum, that man just pinched me!
Patsy: Don’t worry, he’s very old and obviously blind.
The aristocracy has not survived by its intransigence.
Eddy: We’ll go on public transport, Pats.
Patsy: Are you mad? I’ve got nothing to wear on public transport.
Eddy: Bubble, listen - what is your job?
Bubble: What’s me what?
Eddy: What is it you do, darling?
Bubble: I don’t really know. Nothing. Get paid?
All my friends are gay. All my friends are gay!