— What a harsh world you live in.
— We all live in a harsh world, but at least I know I do.

— So what's Harold doing now?
— His idee fixe is yachts. Bigger yachts, faster yachts. Something with yachts.
— Is he happy?
— He's much too busy to find out.

I'm not foul, Mr Carson. I'm not the same as you, but I'm not foul.

— They do say there's a wild man inside all of us.
— If only he would stay inside.

I find your actions despicable, whatever your beliefs.

— Now, the moment you feel tired, you tell me, and I'll take over whatever it is you're doing.
— Oh, will you now?

Never mistake a wish for a certainty.

— I just feel so helpless.
— We men are always helpless when a baby's in the picture.

— The chimney isn't drying properly, the oven's not hot enough.
— A bad workman always blames his tools.

Nothing succeeds like excess.

— People like us should lead the fight to keep tradition going.
— If you mean we can never change, I can't agree to that.

Anxiety is an enemy to pregnancy.

I think he equates being business-like with being mean. Or worse, middle-class like me.