- Edmund Davey: Perhaps you'll hear from me shortly. Something of... interest to your paper.
- Tommy Stapleton: Delighted! I write the obituaries.
- Ann Williams: What a day! We're coming out with 32 pages tomorrow. Sensational news. A resolution was passed at the plenary session of the League of Nations today to convene another plenary session of the League of Nations to which plenary session of the League of Nations will be laid down for next year.
- Ann Williams: Tommy's as mad as a hatter; but, he's got something, Mr. Skeates. Really he has. You ought to read his articles.
- T. H. Skeates: I don't even read my own articles, let alone, Mr. Stapleton's.
- T. H. Skeates: Certainly, Mr. Davey was very nicely blacked. He will forgive me, or perhaps he will not, if I mention that for an actor to imagine that Othello's passion is only skin deep is as though Cyrano de Bergerac couldn't see further than the end of his nose.
- T. H. Skeates: Mr. Edmund Davey's Othello was, apart from his black make-up, wan and colorless. His love was without passion. His jealousy without rage.
- Ann Williams: There's a lady on the telephone for you. She won't give her name.
- T. H. Skeates: I never converse with nameless ladies!
- Barbara Halford: You're in love with him?
- Ann Williams: Mr. Skeates, how could you think such a thing?
- Barbara Halford: You did something for this man that a woman will only do for the man she loves.
- Tommy Stapleton: What are you doing here?
- Ann Williams: Well, what do you think I'm doing in the Cashier's Office? Tap dancing?
- Cashier: Half a week, nine hours of overtime, minus health insurance, makes two pounds, eleven shillings.
- "Desdemona": [performing Othello, Act III, Scene 4] And in such cases Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, Though great ones are their object. Nay, 'tis even so; For let our finger ache, and it indues Our other healthful members even to that sense Of pain: Nay, we must think: men are not gods.
- Ann Williams: Oh, that's all humbug: diet and such like. You take it from me, the best cure for the stomach is to eat whatever you jolly well please. The more the better. My colleague, Tommy Stapleton, always says most people die of being too careful. And Tommy ought to know. He writes the obituaries!
- Ann Williams: Oh! If he could only see me here now at the Savoy he'd throw a fit! Tommy's frightfully jealous. Just like you, Mr. Davey. I mean, jealous like you as Othello not like you as you.
- Ann Williams: Oh, dear. I feel so funny. It must be the champagne. Oh, it would be lovely to walk home along by Hyde Park and the grass smells so delicious.
- Ann Williams: My dear, Tommy, I fail to see the slightest connection between love and Piccadilly Circus.
- Tommy Stapleton: Skeates, he told me you were infatuated by that actor. I think it's pretty disgusting and silly for a girl like you to get all romantic about a guy who black heads his face every night. Like Al Jolson!
- T. H. Skeates: Every woman unconsciously loves every man on earth, though, she may not know him personally. Consequently, when she meets him, that love functions automatically.
- Edmund Davey: In private life, parts are reversed. Desdemona is the jealous one. Othello is the victim. Poor Barbara, she always thinks I'm with another woman.
- Ann Williams: I'm not dangerous.
- Edmund Davey: Now, how can you possibly say that about yourself? Whether a woman is dangerous or not depends entirely on the man. You're dangerous to me. So dangerous that I went out just now when I heard that you were coming.
- Ann Williams: I expect it was too hot for you in the street and you were thirsty. Will you have some tea?
- Edmund Davey: Yes, I was thirsty. But, not for tea. Since the night you had supper with us, I have often thought about you, about your simplicity, your laugh.
- Ann Williams: You must have some tea! Or, some orangeade!
- Edmund Davey: Hyde Park belongs to the lovers of London. So, Hyde Park belongs to us.
- Ann Williams: You're absolutely crazy! We are not lovers! You sort of fascinate me; but, that's because you're a great artist.
- Edmund Davey: I'm not only an artist, I'm a man, and I want to be loved as a man.
- Edmund Davey: Now, we're together every evening for hours. Othello on the stage and you in the gallery.
- Ann Williams: How can you say that? You can't possibly have seen me!
- Edmund Davey: I don't see you. But, I feel you. Your eyes seem to burn down into mine.
- Ann Williams: My eyes? It's the lenses of my opera glasses.
- Edmund Davey: I'm not an unscrupulous scoundrel who simply leaves his wife when he finds someone he likes better. But, I'm only human and I can't try to get into my own heart. I don't want to leave my wife; but, I don't want to leave you either. Oh, this isn't just an ordinary selfish seduction, Ann. I need you to keep me sane. You don't know what it's like to be persecuted by jealousy. We've got to be together sometimes. Anywhere when I can find you when I need you. A little flat out in Hempstead. A room. A house. Anywhere you like. Somewhere where I can get you. When I can't bear it any longer. Find you alone and waiting for me.
- Ann Williams: [burst out laughing] That's every man's ideal picture! "Alone and waiting for me!" Every man's geometry. The triangle. Himself at the apex and two women right and left at his feet. And you tell me this isn't an ordinary selfish seduction. Well, when you're bored with the Savoy, you'll come to Hempstead and when you're bored with Hempstead you'll go back to the Savoy. No, no, no, no, no, my dear Mr. Edmund Davey. I'm not participating in that combination!
- Barbara Halford: When things go wrong between a husband and wife, the wife is always just as much to blame as the husband.
- Barbara Halford: Oh, my dear, there's so much truth in the words I say every night up on the stage. "Men are not gods."