Town Crier: A proclamation: All citizens take notice that carnival is decreed for tonight. Turn back the clock. There will be music, dancing, happiness, all at the carnival, by order.
Number 6: Never trust a woman, even the four-legged variety.
Observer: [discussing The Village] This place has been going for a long time.
Number 6: Since the war? Before the war? WHICH... WAR?
Maid: [the Prisoner's costume for a fancy dress ball - picked by others - is delivered] What is it?
Number 6: My own suit, specially delivered for the occasion.