- Dotty: I suppose I'm also not supposed to ask who Magda Petrak was?
- Amanda: Mother... I don't wanna lie to you...
- Dotty: I know you don't wanna lie, hah. I have my own theories.
- Amanda: Oh, you do?
- Dotty: Yes, you see, I haven't read Agatha Christie for thirty years for nothing. I don't have one theory, I have at least six.
- Lupo: The same, eh, cut of the cheek. The same, eh, aristrocatic bearing. A fourteenth century masterpiece come to magnificent life!
- Mrs. King: Oh...
- Lupo: I must know you!
- [kisses her hand]
- Mrs. King: Oh, hm...
- Lupo: I see this, eh, vision. My name is, eh, Ludovico Lupo. And you are?
- Mrs. King: Ehm... I'm, eh...
- Scarecrow: [appears at her side] Engaged for the evening.
- Mrs. King: Yes, I am.
- Lupo: Scusa.
- Mrs. King: You're edscused.
- Magda Petrak: [Philip is proud he's won second place] In my country, first place is winning. Everything else is losing.
- [Philip is devastated]