- Miss Winter: With your ideas, I'm surprised you're shocked at the thought of war.
- Ivan Dragomiloff: Not at all. It's purely a matter of business. How can we charge our sort of prices with everybody happily killing each other for a shilling a day?
- Lord Bostwick: A fallen horse near Piccadilly caused a terrible congestion. How the traffic will flow when it is all motorized.
- Miss Winter: [Last lines] Ivan!
- Ivan Dragomiloff: Sir Ivan, if you please. Virtue, it seems, has been rewarded.
- Ivan Dragomiloff: [appalled by her outfit] What on Earth?
- Miss Winter: I am in mourning.
- Ivan Dragomiloff: For your lost principles, I presume?
- Miss Winter: My mind is perfectly clear on one topic concerning us: All killing is wrong.
- Ivan Dragomiloff: And yet you commissioned mine.
- Miss Winter: That was quite different.