Gerald Croft is an attractive chap about thirty, rather too manly to be a dandy but very much the easy well-bred young man-about-town.'
Act 1
...I insist upon being one of the family now. I've been trying long enough, haven't I?'
Act 1
And I drink to you - and hope I can make you as happy as you deserve to be.'
Act 1
You seem to be a nice well-behaved family-'
Act 1
You couldn't have done anything else.'
Act 1
...we're respectable citizens and not criminals.'
Act 1
I'm sorry, Sheila. But it was all over and done with, last summer. I hadn't set eyes on the girl for at least six months. I don't come into this suicide business.'
Act 1
Inspector, I think Miss Birling ought to be excused any more of this questioning.'
Act 2
You've been through it - and now you want to see somebody else put through it.'
Act 2
I met her first, sometime in March last year, in the stalls bar at the Palace.'
Act 2
It's a favourite haunt of women of the town.'
Act 2
She was very pretty - soft brown hair and big dark eyes-'
Act 2
The girl saw me looking at her and then gave me a glance that was nothing less than a cry for help.'
Act 2
I insisted on Daisy moving into those rooms and I made her take some money to keep her going there.'
Act 2
I became at once the most important person in her life...'
Act 2
I didn't feel about her as she felt about me.'
Act 2
That man wasn't a police officer.'
Act 3
Did we? Who says so? Because I say - there's no more real evidence we [drove that girl to commit suicide] than there was that that chap was a police inspector.'
Act 3
But how do you know it's the same girl?'
Act 3
We've no proof it was the same photograph...'
Act 3
We can settle that at once...By ringing up the Infirmary. Either there's a dead girl there or there isn't.'
Act 3
Well, you see, while I was out of the house I'd time to cool off and think things out a little.'