- Lord Brideshead 'Bridey': You're fond of wine?
- Charles Ryder: Yes, very.
- Lord Brideshead 'Bridey': [pompously] I wish *I* were. It's such a bond with other men. At Oxford I tried to get drunk once or twice - but I didn't enjoy it.
- [Sebastian and Cordelia exchange glances and crease up with silent laughter]
- Cordelia Flyte: If you weren't an agnostic I should ask you for five shillings to buy a black god-daughter.
- Charles Ryder: Nothing would surprise me about your religion.
- Cordelia Flyte: It's a new thing that a priest started last term. You send five bob to some nuns in Africa and they christen a baby and name her after you. I have got six black Cordelias. Isn't that lovely?
- [Ryder looks utterly bewildered]