Hugh Laurie credited as playing...
- Jeeves: Travel is highly educational, Sir.
- Bertie: I cannot do with any more education, Jeeves. I was full up years ago!
- Bertie: He wants to marry Myrtle Snap?
- Jeeves: Precisely so, Sir, but Mrs. Snap refuses to consider such a venture while Sir Roderick's daughter remains unmarried. In a colourful turn of phrase she stated that specific and scarcely to be anticipated meteorological conditions would have to take place in the infernal region before she would share a home with Miss Honoria.
- Bertie: You don't disapprove Jeeves?
- Jeeves: It is hardly my place to say sir.
- Bertie: I know it's hardly your place to say Jeeves, that doesn't normally stop you.
- Bertie: And if *that* doesn't leave me without a stain on my conscience, then I don't know *what* it doesn't leave me without a stain on.
- [greeting the Glossops before trying to prove his sanity]
- Bertie: What ho, what ho, what ho?
- Jeeves: Am I to infer sir that you might be offering yourself for election?
- Bertie: Your inference is as always slap on the button and leading by a length in the final furlong, Jeeves.
- Bertie: ...trying to improve my mind I dare say.
- Jeeves: That seems scarcely possible sir.
- Bertie: Do you know everything?
- Jeeves: I really don't know, Sir.
- Bertie: [stuck looking after a dog] What are you doing tonight, Jeeves?
- Jeeves: I shall stay in with an improving book, Sir.
- Bertie: Wouldn't you rather stay in with an improving dog?
- Bertie: Yes! And, of course the old devil himself. Yes, he really put one up on the uncle didn't he? Thanks to Jeeves's masterpiece. What a wheeze!
- Muriel: Darling, this is a friend of mine, Mr. Wooster. Mr. Wooster I'd like you to meet my husband, Mr. Worple.
- Bertie: Husband? Huh! What rot!
- Bertie: Well, I shall see you at Phillipi.
- Bertie: Here in Nagasaki where the men all chew tobaccy and the women wicky whacky woo!
- Bertie: You can see the weathervane from the back of the town square. It's a good bet, you know?
- Bertie: We'll have lots of little oh-by-jingos! Gosh, by gee, by Jove, by jingo!
