- Pop Larkin: [as she comes down the stairs, bare shoulders, bare calves, court shoes] And where do you think you are going dressed like that, young lady?
- Primrose: I just threw on a few rags, that's all.
- Pop Larkin: You threw on a few rags? It looks to me like half of them missed.
- Primrose: [towards door] If you must know, I'm going to church.
- Pop Larkin: Oh. Well, that's...
- [realizing she's hardly dressed for church]
- Pop Larkin: You're going to the church? Hey! Hey, Primro-!
- Reverend Candy: [hiding behind the hedge, she intercepts him at the gate as he leaves the church] For goodness' sake, Primrose! Don't do that!
- Primrose: Mr Candy, I've been giving something a lot of thought.
- Reverend Candy: Oh, Lord. What is it now? No, no, better still, don't tell me.
- Primrose: There's no-one else I can talk to.
- Reverend Candy: There must be.
- Primrose: There's not.
- Reverend Candy: [flustered] What is it?
- Primrose: Well, I want to go on to the next step.
- Reverend Candy: [nervously] The next... What do you mean, the next step?
- Primrose: Why, Mr Candy, you're a man of the cloth. You ought to know what the next step is.
- [two society matrons come walking up, taking notice of the odd couple, and Mr Candy gets even more nervous]
- Reverend Candy: Ladies...
- [they pass by]
- Reverend Candy: You mean... uh...?
- Primrose: I want to be confirmed.