- Harvey Bains: Dan.
- Tom: Harry.
- Harvey Bains: Sorry?
- Tom: Harry!
- Harvey Bains: No, it's not Harry, Dan, it's Harvey.
- Tom: My apologies. One should always try and get a person's name right or they might think you don't care for them.
- Harvey Bains: Right.
- Jane Edwards: Sometimes I think you enjoy sniping away at me and the residents.
- Diana: No, Jane, I don't. You lot are sitting ducks. You need a moving target to enjoy it.
- Diana: Do you know what faith is, Jane? Faith is what helps you make the quantum leap between the believable to the totally bloody ridiculous.
- Geoffrey: Dad, if you don't like it here, we'll forget the whole thing and go home.
- Tom: Thank you, Geoffrey, but I don't think so. If I stayed there one more night, poor Marion would probably strangle her psychiatrist.
- Geoffrey: No, no, she's just a bit, you know... highly strung.
- Tom: And so she should be.
- Diana: What did he die of?
- Jane Edwards: Well, he just sort of stopped.
- Diana: The usual. Terminal boredom. Another green bottle falls off the wall.
- Jane Edwards: I thought you knew.
- Diana: Well, they hardly shout these things from the rooftops, you know. You never see a hearse in here in daylight. Slip in under the cover of darkness like body snatchers. The sun comes up and everyone's trying to avoid looking at the empty bowl of Frosties on the breakfast table.