- John Seaton: What's your favourite food, Sarah?
- Sarah Brown: Peanut butter.
- John Seaton: I beg your pardon?
- Sarah Brown: Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
- Velvet Brown: Mmm. That sounds intriguing.
- John Seaton: It sounds revolting. Is that, uh, is that very American? Probably why Americans have such rotten teeth.
- Velvet Brown: Well, you can talk. All of his teeth are false, Sarah.
- John Seaton: Any nice boys and girls in your class?
- John Seaton: [Sarah shruggs] There must be some. Didn't they talk to you?
- John Seaton: [Sarah shakes her head] Nobody talked to you? Why is that?
- Sarah Brown: Because I didn't talk to them.
- John Seaton: Why? Y-you weren't frightened, were you? Is that why you ran away? There must have been something, can't you tell me? I might be able to help.
- Sarah Brown: He had a dead finger.
- Velvet Brown: Who did?
- Sarah Brown: This boy.
- John Seaton: Wait, wait a minute. Tell me again. He had a what?
- Sarah Brown: A dead finger.
- Sarah Brown: Well, I'm sure it wasn't a real finger.
- John Seaton: No, no, no. If the child says she saw it, she saw it. I'll take her to school this morning and sort it all out.
- Velvet Brown: [Waiting for her niece at an airport who is travelling on board a delayed plane] Still delayed. You don't think anything has happened, do you?
- John Seaton: Yes
- Velvet Brown: What?
- John Seaton: Bloody thing is delayed, that's what's happened.
- Velvet Brown: Is this tea or coffee?
- John Seaton: Soldier's coffee. Could be tea, could be tea.
- Velvet Brown: How do you think I ought to deal with all this?
- John Seaton: You mean, Sarah?
- Velvet Brown: Help me write some of your best dialogue. Last time I saw her she wasn't much older than that.
- John Seaton: Oh, now, come on, come on. You worry too much. Children always cope with death.
- Velvet Brown: In books you mean?
- John Seaton: No, I didn't mean that. They cope with it. You did. I did.
- Tim: [about to tranquilise panicking horse] If I give him too much, this stuff'll kill him. If I don't give him enough he'll kick this plane to pieces.
- Captain Johnson: Tell me, what made you think you were good enough?
- Sarah Brown: I've won prizes.
- Captain Johnson: What for?
- Sarah Brown: Riding.
- Captain Johnson: Well, we wouldn't exactly call it riding now, would we? Staying on a horse, perhaps.