Dagger: (singing) Ain't no angel of goodness. Ain't no innocent lamb. But I'm good at bein' bad. So good at bein' bad it's sweet how sour I am.
Godfrey: You don't love anything, do you, Dagger?
Percival: Excuse me, ma'am. I don't know where I am; whose lands these are. I happen to be a stranger just home from the war.
Nanny Bess: Well, you've landed on the moon and it's made of green cheese. And it belongs to an old frump named Molly... Welcome home, Percival.
Nanny Bess: No, daughter, no. Just because I know a few things, that doesn't make me a witch. But just to be on the safe side, let's keep this a secret. Agreed?
Lady Jean: Mother, you must be careful what you say and do. People will say you are a witch.
Dagger: It's a crazy world, m'dear.
Dagger: I love to hunt with the pack under a full moon... I love a romantic dinner by the sea... The two don't seem to go together, though.
Lady Jean: I love Percival.
Godfrey: Then you love in vain. He's dead.
Lady Jean: I can't believe that.
Godfrey: You're stubborn. He's dead.
Linet: He is not dead, Uncle. You mustn't say so.
Godfrey: HE IS DEAD!
Linet: The funny thing is, it was Dagger who told me not to talk to strangers.
Lady Jean: Well, next time, maybe you'll listen to him.
Linet: Well, I shall still think it's a sad way of looking at things.
Nanny Bess: Oh, Linet, you'll never change!
Percival: Well, as long as you know the difference between being fool-hearted and being brave.
Linet: One is facing trouble and the other is looking for it.