Elena Fairchild: I'm going to ask Captain Harding to marry us.
Herbert Brown: That'd be wonderful, if he were only a minister, but he's not.
Elena Fairchild: He's a captain, and captains can marry people at sea.
Herbert Brown: He's a land captain, not a sea captain.
Elena Fairchild: Well, we're on land, aren't we?
Toymaker: Oh, for heaven's sakes! Such a dreadful temper! I'm glad I'm not marrying you! Well, I am marrying you, but I'm marrying you to her.
Prof. Ned Brainard: I'm an American! See it? My credit cards.
Radio Reporter: We're waiting at Battersea. Waiting. Hoping. Praying for a miracle. The entire electricity of all industrial London has been diverted to the wires surrounding the small animal's enclosure. Will it be enough? Will it be enough to stop the huge beast? Will the miracle be granted? Or will it be yet another of man's puny efforts to oppose this irresistible force of ancient nature?