| (0, 1) 11 | There's nothing new under the sun, Branscombe. |
| (0, 1) 12 | I've got something for you, but I haven't the courage to call it a play. |
| (0, 1) 14 | A hotch-potch written to your order; a fret-work of silliness, with more fret than sense. |
| (0, 1) 16 | I'm sorry you think so. |
| (0, 1) 17 | I wish you would produce that other little play of mine, "The Real Thing." |
| (0, 1) 20 | It's strong, emotional, human. |
| (0, 1) 22 | They are not all such fools as you think. |
| (0, 1) 23 | They don't all shout the parrot-cry, "Comedy, comedy, and nothing but comedy." |
| (0, 1) 29 | There it is, written down to your level. |
| (0, 1) 33 | True! you are more substantial than the play, and an intellectual appeal has no chance in a physical competition. |
| (0, 1) 37 | Then why the deuce don't you caper about the stage with a set of dummies, and leave real plays for fools to perform? |
| (0, 1) 42 | Yes! |
| (0, 1) 43 | Tie a bladder to a stick, belabour a fellow in an ass's skin, and drive home the moral on a big drum. |
| (0, 1) 46 | There are some people who laugh at the stolid glint in the eye of a pig; who's world is his stomach and whose life is a grunt. |
| (0, 1) 49 | They don't want pig. |
| (0, 1) 50 | You simply shove it down their throats, like a beastly emetic. |
| (0, 1) 51 | You don't even try to make it up into decent sausage. |
| (0, 1) 53 | Just a few misguided men, who think the British Public has no morals, men who only have a nose for filth. |
| (0, 1) 54 | Unfortunately, they are in authority. |
| (0, 1) 55 | I wish to the lord we had a real Censor. |
| (0, 1) 58 | I'll have my say, if I die for it. |
| (0, 1) 63 | I can't do it. |
| (0, 1) 64 | If I am to write 'decently, I must hear and see my characters about me, and feel that they have a story worth the telling. |
| (0, 1) 65 | The clash of interests, the crash of action, and the warring moods of men and women can alone make a living picture. |
| (0, 1) 66 | A monologue's beyond me. |
| (0, 1) 67 | I might as well take up a rapier, and cut and thrust at a sack of sawdust, and pretend it's a duel, as attempt to clothe a lump of flesh with dramatic interest. |
| (0, 1) 68 | Try it yourself. |
| (0, 1) 69 | Write an Epistle to the Public; declaim it from the stage, with antics to suit the words, and see what'll come of it. {Throws himself into a chair.} |
| (0, 1) 76 | A unique personality to put his soul into the leg of his trousers. |
| (0, 1) 77 | A leg-up in that way doesn't appeal to me. |
| (0, 1) 80 | A play must have balance, Branscombe, and the balance of a man on one leg is precarious, to say the least of it. |
| (0, 1) 82 | What about self-respect─reputation? |
| (0, 1) 89 | It won't be worth the bray of an ass when you have done with it. |
| (0, 1) 91 | Well, it will be worth the bray of an ass, and that's about all. |
| (0, 1) 93 | I say, leave the covers. |
| (0, 1) 97 | It's characteristic. |
| (0, 1) 98 | The soul has been struck out of it, and there's only flesh left. |
| (0, 1) 100 | The world lives to laugh now and cry later on. |
| (0, 1) 106 | But there's a girl in it. |
| (0, 1) 107 | You can't tie a girl down to interjections. |
| (0, 1) 108 | If you do, there'!l be something unprintable said. |
| (0, 1) 123 | For Heaven's sake! don't make bad jokes. |
| (0, 1) 127 | Oh, get on, and don't drag in physiology; there's enough beastliness in plays without that. |
| (0, 1) 134 | Do be serious! |
| (0, 1) 135 | The girl {points to page} there is accused of stealing bank notes from her employer's safe. |
| (0, 1) 144 | I thought "Uncle" usually made the profit. |
| (0, 1) 146 | You can't joke in a Court of Law. |
| (0, 1) 149 | You seem to have got your ideas from the funny man in the bar of a pub on Saturday night. |
| (0, 1) 155 | Branscombe, old chap, your mind is wandering. |
| (0, 1) 158 | Stop, stop! |
| (0, 1) 159 | Missionaries don't swear. |
| (0, 1) 165 | It's the most crazy thing ever imagined out of Bedlam. |
| (0, 1) 173 | lf I didn't know you, I should say you'd got acute "D.T.'s." |
| (0, 1) 185 | May it be buried twenty thousand fathoms deep in the dead sea! |
| (0, 1) 187 | If you'd only put on "The Real Thing," and get away from your past. |
| (0, 1) 199 | Geraldine!─ |
| (0, 1) 200 | You! |
| (0, 1) 204 | Yes. |
| (0, 1) 206 | Geraldine! |
| (0, 1) 207 | Are you sorry to see me? |
| (0, 1) 210 | What do you mean? |
| (0, 1) 211 | I have been searching for you everywhere. |
| (0, 1) 212 | You come back into my life, and I am glad─glad! |
| (0, 1) 214 | I don't want to forget you. |
| (0, 1) 215 | Since you left me, you have never been out of my thoughts. |
| (0, 1) 217 | I don't understand. |
| (0, 1) 218 | You speak of something that happened? |
| (0, 1) 221 | I want your story from your own lips. |
| (0, 1) 227 | You need not have feared. |
| (0, 1) 228 | Tell me the truth. |
| (0, 1) 229 | You will find that I am not a harsh judge. |
| (0, 1) 244 | But there is the future. |
| (0, 1) 246 | Why do you distrust me? |
| (0, 1) 247 | Is it kind of you? |
| (0, 1) 248 | Is it fair? |
| (0, 1) 250 | For my sake? |
| (0, 1) 251 | Nothing matters to me but─you. |
| (0, 1) 252 | Tell me the truth. |
| (0, 1) 263 | Hush! |
| (0, 1) 277 | She─is─my─wife. |
| (0, 1) 283 | Stay, Branscombe. |
| (0, 1) 284 | You, as her employer, have a right to hear her story. |
| (0, 1) 303 | Thank you, Branscombe. |
| (0, 1) 304 | I won't forget |
| (0, 1) 306 | I feel horribly upset. |
| (0, 1) 307 | But she's done no wrong, that I'll swear. |
| (0, 1) 308 | I met her two years ago. |
| (0, 1) 309 | She was a typist in a solicitor's office. |
| (0, 1) 310 | She had been on the stage. |
| (0, 1) 311 | I married her. |
| (0, 1) 312 | My plays didn't pay. |
| (0, 1) 313 | She stuck to her post to help to keep the home going. |
| (0, 1) 314 | One day she didn't come home. |
| (0, 1) 315 | The next morning the newspapers─ |
| (0, 1) 317 | My God! |
| (0, 1) 318 | Branscombe, it's hard to tell you. |
| (0, 1) 323 | Some enemy must have put them there. |
| (0, 1) 333 | Poor little woman! |
| (0, 1) 344 | I was there waiting for you. |
| (0, 1) 345 | I watched for hours, to take you home. |
| (0, 1) 346 | But you didn't come. |
| (0, 1) 352 | Why did you let me go? |
| (0, 1) 356 | I know you have never done anything in your life to be ashamed of. |
| (0, 1) 360 | When I look into your eyes, I see the truth that leaves no doubt. |
| (0, 1) 364 | You know now. |
| (0, 1) 383 | My little plays generally end in a laugh. |
| (0, 1) 387 | Forgive me, old fellow. |
| (0, 1) 388 | We've been acting a little scene from my play, "The Real Thing." |
| (0, 1) 389 | It was the only way to compel your attention. |
| (0, 1) 390 | How do you like it? |
| (0, 1) 400 | Can't you stretch a point, Miss Geraldine, and make my play a little more real? |
| (0, 1) 402 | It would be The Real Thing─if you were really Mrs. Morley. |
| (0, 1) 404 | What about a Monologue for you? |
| (0, 1) 410 | An awful pity! |