Judd: All problems solved for life. No commies and no queers.
Guy Bennett: Fame or infamy, what does it matter? I shan't be forgotten.
Guy Bennett: There's a little hollow at the base of his throat which make me want to pour honey all over him, and lick it off again.
Guy Bennett: But you couldn't help it, could you? Because in your heart of hearts, like Barclay and Delahay and Fowler and Menzies, you still believe, in spite of your talk of equality and fraternity, you still believe some people are better than others because of the way they make love. Now, think of that for a lifetime. Think of the names: pansy, nancy, fairy, fruit, brown-nose.
Tommy Judd: You know... What I really hate about cricket, is that it is such a damned good game.
Guy Bennett: Ah! Judd's Paradox. Of course, cricket is a fundamental part of the capitalist conspiracy.
Tommy Judd: Of course.
Guy Bennett: One only has to observe the two of them seen. There's the Proletariat forced to labour in the field, while the Bourgeoisie indulges in the pleasures of batting and bowling.
Tommy Judd: Quite.
Guy Bennett: I mean, there's every reason to suppose
Guy Bennett: ... that the game ultimately derives from the wholly unjustified right of the medieval lord to the unpaid labour of villains and serfs at haymaking and harvest.
Tommy Judd: You know, you're really beginning to get the idea.
Guy Bennett: Thanks.
Guy Bennett: In your heart of hearts, like Barclay and Delahay and Fowler and me, you still believe, inspite of your talk of equality and fraternity, you still believe that some people are better than others because of the way they make love.