- [first lines]
- Mulberry: Do you want a jelly baby?
- Miss Farnaby: No, thank you. I told you I don't like jelly babies. They are a confection without character. Just because they're anthropomorphic doesn't disguise the fact that they are merely flavourless blobs of gelatine. I'd go so far as to say-
- Mulberry: All right, all right, I only offered you a sweet. What have you got?
- Miss Farnaby: Acid drops.
- Mulberry: Very apt.
- Miss Farnaby: Mind your manners.
- Mulberry: Can I have one?
- Miss Farnaby: No.
- Miss Farnaby: Why the sudden preoccupation?
- Mulberry: Well, you know me. I get bees in my bonnet.
- Miss Farnaby: I don't like bees in bonnets; they sting you when you're not looking. Do not spring surprises on me in future.
- Mulberry: No, Miss Farnaby.
- Miss Farnaby: But of course, you will.
- [last lines]
- Miss Farnaby: Albert!
- [beckons him over to the car]
- Bert: Yes, Miss Farnaby?
- Miss Farnaby: [shows him the hyacinth] You see what you can do when you try.
- Mulberry: You're a genius, Bert.