Nigel Hawthorne credited as playing...
Dr. Grantly
- Rev. Septimus Harding: I am safe because the church has more money than the reformers. And because of a fine legal quibble, I'm safe.
- Archdeacon Grantly: Yes.
- Rev. Septimus Harding: Does Sir Abraham say anything about the morality of the situation?
- Archdeacon Grantly: Certainly not! The legal profession does not concern itself with morality.
- Bishop Grantly: Our department, is it not?
- Rev. Septimus Harding: Forgive me, Bishop, Archdeacan: if the world considers me to be a thief, it is of small comfort to know that a "fine legal quibble" says that I am not! Excuse me.
- [exits]
- Archdeacon Grantly: My father in law can be a very difficult person.
- Bishop Grantly: He has persistent bouts of Christianity.
- Archdeacon Grantly: Now for heaven's sake, don't let's have a division in the ranks, unless you wish to be ruined quietly.
- Rev. Septimus Harding: If I am to be ruined, I'd much rather be ruined quietly.
- Archdeacon Grantly: This appears to be the gist of the matter...
- Bishop Grantly: You mean to say, amongst all these documents there is a gist?
- Rev. Septimus Harding: It seems to be a very fine legal quibble.
- Archdeacon Grantly: Sir Abraham specializes in fine legal quibbles.
- Susan Grantly: What are you going to live on?
- Rev. Septimus Harding: God that feedeth the young ravens will take care of me also.
- Archdeacon Grantly: Pish! If the ravens persisted in refusing the food prepared for them, they wouldn't be fed.
- Rev. Obadiah Slope: And the bishop is generally unhappy about the state of the locks.
- Archdeacon Grantly: Locks? Specific locks, my lord, or locks in general?
- Bishop Proudie: Uh, merely one or two locks, er, on the outhouses.
- Rev. Obadiah Slope: Specifically, the coal house, the wood house, and the locks on the servants' bedrooms.
- Mrs. Proudie: Indeed, the locks in the entire building leave much to be desired.
- Bishop Proudie: Of course, a great deal depends upon a lock, but equally so, er, uh, upon the key. Well, hem, ha-hah, I always think that the fault - if fault there be - frequently lies, er, well, with the key, hmm, rather than the lock.