An inspector calls

• Because your not the kind of father a chap could go to when he’s in trouble
• We are members of one body
• He certainly didn’t make me confess
• Now Just be quiet so that your father can decide what we ought to do (looks expectantly at mr birling)
• You told her. Why you little sneak!
• Public men, Mr birling have responsibilities as well as privilages
• You turned her away when she most needed help. You refused her the pitiable little bit of organised charity you had in your power to grant her
• I left ‘em talking about clothes again. You’d think a girl had never had any clothes before she gets married. Women are potty about ‘em
• Now Sheila, don’t tease him. When your married you’ll realise that men with important work to do often have to spend all their time and energy on their business. you’ll have to get used to that just as I had
• As if a girl of that sort would ever refuse money
• Building up a wall that’s sure to be knocked flat
• If men will not learn that lesson the. They will be taught it in fire, blood and anguish
• I think miss birling ought to be excused
• I hate these fat old tarts round the town
• Lighting should be pink and intimate until the inspector arrives and then brighter and harder
• Unsinkable, absolutely unskinkable
• Look mummy isn’t it a beauty
• As if we were all mixed up like bees in a hive - community and all that nonsense
• It didn’t seem anything very terrible at the time. Don’t you understand? and if I could help her now, I would
• I hate those hard eyed dough - faced women. She was very pretty - soft brown hair and big dark eyes
• There are a lot of young women living in that sort of existence … if there weren’t the factories and warehouses wouldn’t know where to look for cheap labour
• I’m rather more upset about this business than I probably appear to be
• Used her for the end of a stupid drunken evening, as if she was an animal, a thing, not a person
• Of theres nothing else we have to share our guilt
• Half shy, half assertive
• These girls aren’t cheap labour - they’re people