Beryl Evans: What's that for?
John Reginald Christie: Just a whiff of gas.
Beryl Evans: Gas?
John Reginald Christie: Like at the dentists, take away those little twinges.
Beryl Evans: But that's poisonous isn't it?
John Reginald Christie: Not the way we use it, something we had to learn in the war.
John Reginald Christie: I do know people, medical people, who could help you out.
Beryl Evans: But that would cost money, wouldn't it?
John Reginald Christie: Yes, that's true I'm afraid. They're very eminent men. One particularly I had in mind, I used to assist him in his earlier days, studied with him, its quite a simple matter.
Beryl Evans: You mean you know how to do it, Mr Christie?
Pamela Dare: Sir, would you dance with me tonight?
Mark Thackeray: Of course, but nothing too fast. I'm getting much too old for that sort of thing Miss Dare.
Pamela Dare: We'll make it something special, promise?
Mark Thackeray: Promise.
Pamela Dare: Sir, would you call me Pamela tonight?
Mark Thackeray: Yes... Pamela.
