Prof. Wutheridge: For some time now, every time I pass the cemetery, I feel as though I'm apartment hunting.
Henry Brougham: Are you expecting a letter?
Dudley: Well, you never know. If I did get one, the stamp would certainly be worth saving.
Dudley: Sometimes angels rush in where fools fear to tread.
Dudley: I don't want to leave.
Julia Brougham: Why?
Dudley: There are few people who know the secret of making a heaven here on earth. You are one of those rare people.
Dudley: Supposing I told you I came from another planet. Would you believe me?
Prof. Wutheridge: I don't know.
Julia Brougham: I'd believe you, Dudley.
Dudley: And you'd be right, Julia, as always. We all come from our own little planets. That's why we're all different. That's what makes life interesting.
Prof. Wutheridge: When you want to know about a woman, ask the old men. They know.
Sylvester: The main trouble is there are too many people who don't know where they're going and they want to get there too fast.
Henry Brougham: I was praying for a cathedral.
Dudley: No, Henry. You were praying for guidance.
