Elizabeth Hawksworth Warden: I'm sorry Hyacinth, when I'm in this house I go to pieces.
Hyacinth: Well some people just can't help being clumsy.
Hyacinth: Listen, Daisy. Tell Onslow to put a shirt on while I'm on the telephone. I can always sense him there, expanding.
Hyacinth: Ooooh! It's the Chairlady of the Women's Luncheon Club.
Richard Bucket: Ewww.
Hyacinth: Your suggestion is noted. However, I see little practical merit in having the telephone up my jumper.
Hyacinth: Richard a little decorum please, that is not the sort of behaviour one would expect from a person with a reservation for a quailty cruise.
Richard Bucket: Hyacinth, do you ever wonder why Sheridan shows very little interest in girls?
Onslow: Daisy, I am not just a play thing.
Hyacinth: And you are?.. Regional Postal Manager. I guess you will do, though I would have preferred to speak to someone on a national scale.
Hyacinth: If my Sheridan were here he'd be appalled.
Hyacinth: Oh, Richard. You know how much I love daddy. I would have him here if it wasn't for all the time he spends in the bathroom.
Hyacinth: It's Bouquet! B-U-C-K-E-T.
Hyacinth: Take your shoes off before you enter the house, dear.
Hyacinth: All the men like Rose, that's her problem.
Hyacinth: This is not the Chinese restaurant. This is a residential number and you are speaking to the lady of the house on a white, slim line telephone with last number redial facility.
Hyacinth: What a wonderful sense of duty Daddy has.
Hyacinth: Rose, that skirt's too short.
Hyacinth: Sit wherever you like, dear... except there! I always like to face the window.
Hyacinth: It's Bouquet.
Hyacinth: I want you to instruct your superiors that this is a first class stamp residence.
Hyacinth: Mind the pedestrian, Richard.
Richard Bucket: Minding the pedestrian.
Answer: He [Richard] drives the car because Hyacinth has not learned to drive, but claims he only steers while Hyacinth drives by "word of mouth."
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