- Clerk: You start with a blue robing bag, sir. Then if you do good work for counsel, he'll give you a red one. If at the end of seven years you haven't been given a red bag - use a suitcase.
- Henry Marshall: Mrs. Potter, did your husband ever hit you?
- His Honour Judge Ryman: One moment. Please don't lead on essential matters.
- Henry Marshall: As your lordship pleases. Mrs. Potter, did he or did he not hit you?
- His Honour Judge Ryman: Really, Mr. Marshall, that's just as bad.
- Henry Marshall: Very well, my lord. Mrs. Potter, how often did these assaults take place?
- His Honour Judge Ryman: Mr. Marshall! That's not only a leading question, it is a double question and in my view a most improper one. The witness has not yet said that her husband hit her.
- Henry Marshall: Well, madam, did he hit you?
- His Honour Judge Ryman: Mr. Marshall, there must be some limit to this.
- Henry Marshall: Your lordship tells me to ask a question and then when I do, your lordship complains.
- His Honour Judge Ryman: That's a most improper observation.
- Henry Marshall: Very well, my lord, I apologize.
- His Honour Judge Ryman: Well, let me suggest that you ask the witness how her husband treated her.
- Henry Marshall: Thank you, my lord. Mrs. Potter, how did your husband treat you?
- Mrs. Potter: Like a slave.
- Henry Marshall: Yes?... in what way?
- Mrs. Potter: Well, in every way.
- Henry Marshall: Well, uh, could you enumerate some of those ways?
- Mrs. Potter: Enumer what?
- Henry Marshall: Give some examples?
- Mrs. Potter: It was always happening.
- Henry Marshall: What was?
- Mrs. Potter: Him treating me like that.
- Henry Marshall: Like what? How did he treat you?
- Mrs. Potter: Something terrible.
- Henry Marshall: We weren't there, Mrs. Potter. You must tell us about it.
- Mrs. Potter: Well, it was going on all the time.
- Henry Marshall: What was?
- Mrs. Potter: What he did.
- [talking about Charles Poole who has just pulled up in a very noisy sports car]
- Henry Marshall: As far as old Charles is concerned, sex has been supplanted by the internal combustion engine. I've never knew a fellow who could get so worked up over a couple of big ends.
- Foreword: If all the characters in this film were not fictitious - it would be alarming!
- Henry Marshall: Just tell us one thing he did.
- Mrs. Potter: So many.
- Henry Marshall: It should be easy to think of one. Can you not tell his lordship one simple thing your husband did?
- Mrs. Potter: ...Well, there was that time at Christmas.
- Henry Marshall: Yes?
- Mrs. Potter: ...or was it at Easter?
- Henry Marshall: Well, what happened at Easter then, Mrs. Potter?
- Mrs. Potter: Well... what was you saying again?
- Henry Marshall: Something happened at Easter.
- Mrs. Potter: Well, I don't think I'd like to tell the judge that.