Beryl Evans: What's that for?
John Reginald Christie: Just a whiff of gas.
Beryl Evans: Gas?
John Reginald Christie: Like at the dentists, take away those little twinges.
Beryl Evans: But that's poisonous isn't it?
John Reginald Christie: Not the way we use it, something we had to learn in the war.
John Reginald Christie: Ere, be careful - do you mind.
Workman Willis: Mind the paintwork, mate.
Workman Jones: And the priceless anti-ques.
Timothy John Evans: You know what I've got waiting for me when I get home.
Man in Pub: The rent collector.
Timothy John Evans: Tucked up in bed next to my wife.
Man in Pub: What I said, the rent collector.
Timothy John Evans: I'll punch you next time if you don't watch it.
Man in Pub: Cool it, Taffy.
Timothy John Evans: God Mr Christie, she was only young.
John Reginald Christie: If she's come to me earlier.
John Reginald Christie: Who are the police going to believe - you or me that was a special constable for ten years?
Timothy John Evans: Me of course, me.
John Reginald Christie: Alright then Tim, well you go to the police and tell them. Alright then, off you go.
Timothy John Evans: Alright I will, they'll have to believe the truth.
John Reginald Christie: Well you go on then, if you're going.
John Reginald Christie: I do know people, medical people, who could help you out.
Beryl Evans: But that would cost money, wouldn't it?
John Reginald Christie: Yes, that's true I'm afraid. They're very eminent men. One particularly I had in mind, I used to assist him in his earlier days, studied with him, its quite a simple matter.
Beryl Evans: You mean you know how to do it, Mr Christie?
Timothy John Evans: Don't you worry, Mr Christie, you'll get your money back. I'll be getting a new job shortly I shouldn't wonder. They've asked me if I want to train as a manager or as a managing director or something, you know.
John Reginald Christie: Won't you have to read and write for that?
Timothy John Evans: Oh no, no - you have secretaries, things like that, see.
John Reginald Christie: Yes, as long as I get my 10 shillings back.
John Reginald Christie: An Italian named Evans?
John Reginald Christie: He's killed the baby, strangled it with his tie.
Mrs. Ethel Christie: He'd never do that.
John Reginald Christie: Never mind what he'd never do, it's what he's done.
Mrs. Ethel Christie: He worshipped that child.
Timothy John Evans: What about the baby?
John Reginald Christie: Well as it happens I know a couple in Acton, East Acton. They'll look after her for you till you get back.
John Reginald Christie: You know the big manhole cover, by the front door, I'll lay her to rest there.
