Alfred: A thousand poets dreamed a thousand years, then you were born, my love.
Alfred: Have you ever heard of Russian Roulette? Daphne De Carter: Why, certainly. I used to play it all the time with my father. Alfred: I doubt that you played Russian Roulette all the time with your father! Daphne De Carter: Oh, I most certainly did. You play it with two decks of cards, and... Alfred: That's Russian Bank. Russian Roulette's a very different amusement which I can only wish your father had played continuously before he had you!
Alfred: Well, August, what happy updraft wafts you hither?
August Henshler: Too much temperament. Give me the simple viewpoint! Barbara: You've got it, boy, you don't have to yearn for it.
Alfred: I give you my solemn word, August: if I don't regain control of myself in a few minutes, concert or no concert, I'll take this candelabrum and beat that walnut you use for a head into a nutburger, I believe they're called!
Detective Sweeney: You handle Handel like nobody handles Handel. And your Delius - delirious!