Lady Sylvia McCordle: Oh, don't worry about him. He's just an American staying with us.
Constance, Countess of Trentham: Could we possibly get on before I freeze to death?.
Constable Dexter: Inspector, there's a broken coffee cup down here.
Inspector Thompson: Dexter, they have people to clear these things up. You get on with your own job.
Mary Maceachran: What do I do with her Ladyship's jewels?
Elsie (Head Housemaid): This way. George is in charge of the safe, he's the first footman and you want to watch where he puts his hands.
Constance: Do you think he'll be as long as he usually is?
Elsie: Why do we spend our time living through them? Look at poor old Lewis. If her own mother had a heart attack, she'd think it was less important than one of Lady Sylvia's farts.
Constance: Mary, I don't think I'll wear that shirt after all. The other one's warmer, that's all I care about.
Arthur: George has had his revenge on Mr. Denton - hot coffee in the lap.
Arthur: Something funny about that bloke.
George (First Footman): His accent for a start.
Baron Raymond Stockbridge: Do you really have to go back to London?
Anthony Meredith: I am afraid so, Raymond. When you're ruined, there's so much to do.
Sir William McCordle: Yes, there is, isn't there? Moan, moan, moan.
Mrs. Croft: He was a hard-hearted randy old sod.
Mr. Jennings: Mr. Meredith.
Mr. Jennings: You haven't seen Commander Meredith anywhere, have you?
Mr. Jennings: He never came downstairs and he's not in his room.
Barnes: Mr. Jennings, I've washed him and dressed him. If he can't find his way to the drawing room, it isn't my fault.
Constance: Tell me, how much longer are you going to go on making films?
Ivor Novello: I suppose that rather depends on how much longer the public want to see me in them.
Constance: It must be hard to know when it's time to throw in the towel... What a pity about that last one of yours... what was it called?"The Dodger"?
Ivor Novello: The Lodger.
Constance: The Lodger. It must be so disappointing when something just flops like that.
Barnes: Short arse.
Constable Dexter: Sir, someone's traipsed a load of mud in down here.
Inspector Thompson: Not now, Dexter, please.
Constance, Countess of Trentham: He's still got that vile little dog, I see.
Lady Sylvia McCordle: Yes, the ones we hate last forever.
Constance: Bought marmalade? Oh dear, I call that very feeble.
Inspector Thompson: Well, you see, this is why we have rules and regulations, isn't it?
Mary Maceachran: Where's Mrs Croft?
George (First Footman): Always eats with her own staff.
Mary Maceachran: Does she take her pudding to Mrs Wilson's room? Our cook does that.
George (First Footman): Fat chance, they hate each other.
Elsie (Head Housemaid): God, look at this, machine made lace.
Barnes: Hark at her.
Elsie (Head Housemaid): I hate cheap clothes. They're twice the work and they never look as good.