Diana Cavendish: I want Jonathan t know you, there must be something I can do.
Robin Cavendish: Get me out of here.
Diana Cavendish: Bloggs told me the other day that all our friends were convinced I'd give up on you. Apparently they saw me as some kind of a pampered nitwit.
Robin Cavendish: Well, you are a pampered nitwit.
Diana Cavendish: Oh, was I? Well, it didn't stop you running after me, did it?
Robin Cavendish: Well, no. I've got nothing against nitwits, as long as they're pretty.
Dr. Clement Aitken: Is that chair breathing? Like a sleeping lion. Glorious.
Colin Campbell: There is something I have to say. I want you to know what a difference you've made to my life. It's not always been easy for me. Every time I come here... I go away stronger. And it's not because you're worse off than me.
Robin Cavendish: No, no, no.
Colin Campbell: It's who you are, Robin. Or who you've turned yourself into, God knows how.
Robin Cavendish: Thank you, Col.
Colin Campbell: I'm gonna miss you.
Dr. Entwistle: No one with your husband's degree of disability anywhere in the world exists outside a hospital.
Robin Cavendish: This chair pushing business. Is is hard to do over long distances?
Diana Cavendish: Well, it's harder than a pram, I can tell you.
Robin Cavendish: Just think, all those affairs I could have had.
Diana Cavendish: And me.
Robin Cavendish: It's not too late for you.
Diana Cavendish: Oh, isn't it? What, and come back and find you've popped off while I was out?
Robin Cavendish: That would rather spoil the party, wouldn't it?
Robin Cavendish: Why do you keep your disabled people in prisons?
