Alfred:
A thousand poets dreamed a thousand years, then you were born, my love.
Alfred:
Have you ever heard of Russian Roulette?
Daphne De Carter:
Why, certainly. I used to play it all the time with my father.
Alfred:
I doubt that you played Russian Roulette all the time with your father!
Daphne De Carter:
Oh, I most certainly did. You play it with two decks of cards, and...
Alfred:
That's Russian Bank. Russian Roulette's a very different amusement which I can only wish your father had played continuously before he had you!
Alfred:
Well, August, what happy updraft wafts you hither?
August Henshler:
Too much temperament. Give me the simple viewpoint!
Barbara:
You've got it, boy, you don't have to yearn for it.
Alfred:
I give you my solemn word, August: if I don't regain control of myself in a few minutes, concert or no concert, I'll take this candelabrum and beat that walnut you use for a head into a nutburger, I believe they're called!
Detective Sweeney:
You handle Handel like nobody handles Handel. And your Delius - delirious!