“Its one of the happiest nights of my life… your engagement to Shelia means a tremendous lot to me.”
“We may look forward to the time when Crofts and Birlings are no longer competing but are working together – for lower costs and higher prices.”
“Just because the miners came out on strike, there’s a lot of wild talk about possible labour trouble in the future. Don’t worry.”
“We employers are coming together to see that our interests – and the interests of Capital – are properly protected.”
“You’ll hear some people say that war is inevitable. And to that I say – fiddlesticks!”
“There’s a fair chance that I may find myself into the next honours list.”
“By the way some of these cranks talk and write now, you’d think everybody has to look after everybody else, as if we were all mixed up together like bees in a hive – community and all that nonsense.”
“A man has to mind his own business and look after himself and his own – and – We hear the sharp ring of a front door bell. Birling stops to listen.”
“As it happened more than eighteen months ago – nearlytwo years ago – obviously it has nothing to do with the wretched girl’s suicide.”
Arthur Birling is a heavy-looking, rather portentous man in his middle fifties with fairly easy manners but rather provincial in his speech.”
“I can’t accept any responsibility.”
“ If we were all responsible for everything that happened to everybody… it would be very awkward wouldn’t it?”
“It’s my duty to keep labour costs down.”
“If you don’t come down sharply on some of these people, they’d soon be asking for the earth.”
“Perhaps I ought to warn you that that [the Chief Constable is] and old friend of mine. We play golf together.”
“I don’t like your tone nor the way you’re handling this enquiry.”
“I’ve got to cover this up as soon as I can.”
“Why you hystericalyoung fool – get back – or I’ll – “
“I care. I was almost certain for a Knighthood in the next honours list.”
“There’s every excuse for what both your mother and I did.”
“There’ll be a public scandal… and who here will suffer for that more than I will?”
“(jovially) But the whole thing’s different now”
“[Mrs Birling] is about fifty, a rather cold woman and her husband’s social superior.”
“I don’t suppose for a moment that we can understand why the girl committed suicide.”
“That - I consider - is a trifle impertinent Inspector.”
“I realise that you have to conduct some sort of inquiry, but I must say that so far you seem to be conducting it in a rather peculiar and offensive manner.”
“We are learning something tonight.”
“I beg your pardon!”
“What business is it of yours?”
“It was simply a piece of gross impertinence”
“Naturally that was one of the things that prejudiced me against her case.”
“I didn’t like her manner”
“If you think you can bring any pressure to bear upon me, Inspector, you’re quite mistaken. Unlike the other three, I did nothing I’m ashamed of or that won’t bear investigation.”
“In spite of what’s happened to the girl since, I consider I did my duty.”
”I’ll tell you what I told her. Go and look for the father of the child. It’s his responsibility.”
“It wasn’t I who had her turned out of her employment – which probably began it all.”
“In the circumstances I think I was justified.”
“She was giving herself ridiculous airs. She was claiming elaborate fine feelings and scruples that were simply absurd in a girl in her position.”
“She said the father was only a youngster – silly and wild and drinking too much.”
“You’re quite wrong to suppose I shall regret what I did.”