- Bridges: Oh, Ross, just a moment...
- John Ross: I'm sorry I was late, Mr Bridges. I was waiting until you were free to come and apologise.
- Bridges: Yes, of course. I hear some rather disturbing reports about you. The whole town's talking...
- John Ross: But surely, Sir, my private life is my affair.
- Bridges: Yes. You've seemed a trifle worried lately. And people will, eh.
- John Ross: ...will talk.
- Bridges: Precisely. Of course it's quite ridiculous but banks have that curious idiosyncrasy of hoping that their employees will conduct their private affairs in a manner which will not give cause for people to talk at all.
- John Ross: Will that be all, Sir?
- Bridges: Yes. Except of course that I should be very sorry to see so promising a career become, eh, less promising. Thank you, Mr Ross.
- Lewis Canfield: [Lewis and Irene are seated at the bar; Lewis knocks over Irene's drink] Oh, I'm sorry. Stupid of me.
- Irene James: I see you done better than that.
- Lewis Canfield: Well, you must let me...
- Irene James: Buy you another drink
- Lewis Canfield: You're quick on the uptake! My name's Canfield, Lewis Canfield. What's yours?
- Irene James: Gin and lime.