- [last lines]
- Mr. Hillcrist: What is it that gets loose when you start a fight, and makes you what you think you're not? Begin as you may, it ends in this skin game! Skin game! When we began this fight, we'd clean hands. Are they clean now? What's gentility worth if it can't stand fire?
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: All right, we'll play what ye call a skin game, Hillcrist, without gloves on; we won't spare each other. Ye look out for yourselves, for, begod, after this morning I mean business.
- Jill: I say, do you see Chloe sitting down? She looks awfully queer. I think its something to do with that man.
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: Trick? Why you had an agent bid for you. I had an agent bid for me. Only you're agent bid at the beginning and mine bid at the end. Now, what's the trick in that, eh? Huh? What did you call it? A skin game.
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: As for you, Missy, you leave my boy alone.
- Jill: Here, here, may I spit in his eye or something?
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: Why, I'm going on with as little consideration as if you were a family of black beetles. Good afternoon.
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: I've had a note - from that woman.
- [shows Chloe the note]
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: Well, what's the meaning of it, eh? Is it shear impudence or lunacy or what?
- Chloe Hornblower: I don't know.
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: Aw, Chloe, if there's anything, you better tell me. Forewarned is forearmed, you know.
- Rolf Hornblower: How's the head?
- Chloe Hornblower: Oh, beastly. Thanks. I say, let's go in the study for a minute.
- Chloe Hornblower: You are playing a game with me. Aren't you ashamed? What harm have I done you? Do you call this cricket?
- Dawker: No, my girl, business.
- Rolf Hornblower: He can't help thinking he's a public benefactor.
- Jill: And we can't help thinking he's a pig!
- Rolf Hornblower: Aren't we ever going to be friends again?
- Jill: I don't expect so.
- Rolf Hornblower: That's very - horrible.
- Jill: There's lots of horrible things in this world.
- Rolf Hornblower: It's up to us to make them pure, Jill.
- Jill: Don't be moral.
- Rolf Hornblower: That's the last thing I want to be. I only want to be friendly.
- Jill: Better be real first.
- Mrs. Hillcrist: Are you familiar with the law of divorce, Mr. Hornblower?
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: No, I'm not. Well, that is, I...
- Mrs. Hillcrist: You know that misconduct is required. And I suppose you've heard that cases are arranged.
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: Well, I know its all very shocking. What about it?
- Mrs. Hillcrist: When cases are arranged, Mr. Hornblower, the man who is to be divorced, often visits a hotel with a strange woman. I'm extremely sorry to have to say that your daughter-in-law, before her marriage, was in the habit of being employed as such a woman.
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: You're lying to save your skins! How dare you tell me such monstrosities!
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: Now then, let's have this impudent story torn to rags.
- Chloe Hornblower: What story?
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: That you, my dear, were a woman who, oh it's too shocking, I don't know how to tell you!
- Chloe Hornblower: Go on.
- Mr. Hornblower - The Hornblowers: Were a woman that went with men to get them their divorce.
- Jill: Dawker's simply oozing triumph. I don't trust him, Do-Do. He's too - not pugilistic, but the other, the other one with a pug. Pugnacious!
- Mr. Hillcrist: He is, rather.
- Jill: I'm sure he would care a tuppence if... Chloe committed suicide.
- Mr. Hillcrist: Nonsense, nonsense.
- Chloe Hornblower: I've been on hot bricks all this month, ever sense the row started and Dawker began to spy on me. I knew it was in the wind! What gets in the wind never gets out. Never! It just blows and then blows home.
- Chloe Hornblower: A man isn't going to be satisfied when there's something he suspects about his wife.
- Chloe Hornblower: I don't know what I'll do. I've got soft, being looked after. He does love me. And if he throws me off, I shall go under, that's all.
- Mr. Hillcrist: I'm terribly sorry that our quarrel should have brought this about.
- Charles Hornblower: Yes. You smashed my life.