- 2nd Transport Officer: We still have Emergency Relief No. 13. Is it an emergency?
- 1st Transport Officer: It's a large woman running around with an umbrella.
- 2nd Transport Officer: That's an emergency at any airport. Page the relief driver.
- Lee Nicholls: Your destination, Miss Beeston?
- Miss Cynthia Beeston: Dublin. Where else should I be going?
- Percy Lamb: Ho, ho, I'd love to tell her.
- Lee Nicholls: Shhh.
- Henry Waterman: For 2 and 6, a packet of 25 seeds. That are the silver medal, the Scottish petunia, trial petunias, called Naughty Marietta. Naughty Marietta is ideal for warm bedding.
- Miss Cynthia Beeston: Naughty, Mr. Waterman.
- Lee Nicholls: I feel rather sorry for the old battle ax.
- Peter Jones: I feel sorry for Holloway Prison. I'm told they dread having her back.
- Percy Lamb: [when he finds the bus in the fog] I hope you're turned the right way. If we have to turn around in this.
- BBC Newscaster: Here is the official weather forecast up til noon tomorrow and the outlook for the following 24 hours. Fog!
- Miss Cynthia Beeston: Its no good thinking negatively about things. Negative thought can do nothing! Positive thought can do anything!
- Percy Lamb: Now, look, for a start, I usually drive for BEA. All I know is this, I walk in the lounge, you grab me and before I know where I am, I'm in for BOAC, not BEA. OK? Now, sort that lot out.
- Janie Grey: There was a French novella once where two lots of police shot each other up.
- Percy Lamb: Do you want to get shot up?
- Janie Grey: No.
- Percy Lamb: Well, shut up!
- Miss Cynthia Beeston: What about that contrivance you invented during the war?
- Lee Nicholls: I'm sorry, madam, I - I.
- Miss Cynthia Beeston: That, eh, Pluto thingamajig? Burnt away the fog with something or other?
- Lee Nicholls: Oh, you mean Fido?
- Miss Cynthia Beeston: Pluto, Fido, Jumbo! It did away with fog, didn't it?
- Percy Lamb: This would have to happen now, just when I wanted a day off. My grandmother, poor old soul.
- Duty Officer: Is she dead?
- Percy Lamb: No, she's home on leave.
- Miss Cynthia Beeston: Of course, I'm all right. I screamed! Haven't you ever screamed? Something went bang and instead of holding it in, I let it out. Don't fuss!