Gloria Stuart credited as playing...
Margaret Waverton
- Margaret Waverton: It's a dreadful night.
- Rebecca Femm: What?
- Margaret Waverton: I said it's a dreadful night.
- Rebecca Femm: Yes, it's a very old house. Very old.
- Margaret Waverton: It's very kind of you to let us stay.
- Rebecca Femm: What?
- Margaret Waverton: I say you're very kind.
- Rebecca Femm: Yes it is a dreadful night. I'm a little deaf.
- Margaret Waverton: I understand.
- Rebecca Femm: Yes. No beds!
- Rebecca Femm: What is it? What do they want?
- Horace Femm: Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Rebecca Femm.
- Penderel, Philip Waverton, Margaret Waverton: How do you do?
- Rebecca Femm: What are they doing here? What do they want?
- Penderel, Philip Waverton, Margaret Waverton: How do you do?
- Rebecca Femm: What did they say? What do they want? What are they doing here? What's all the fuss about? What?
- Horace Femm: You must excuse my sister, she's a little deaf. In fact sometimes quite deaf.
- [the Wavertons and Penderel are completely lost on a dark and stormy night]
- Margaret Waverton: Well now for heaven's sake stop. Let's look at a map or something.
- Penderel: My view is, we're not on a map.
- Margaret Waverton: Well, I know what I'm going to do. That is if Miss Femm will let me.
- Rebecca Femm: What?
- Margaret Waverton: I'm dreadfully wet and I'd be so glad if I could go and change my clothes.
- Rebecca Femm: What?
- Margaret Waverton: I wondered if I might go and change my things.
- Rebecca Femm: You look wet. You'd better go and change your things.
- Margaret Waverton: It won't help things losing your temper.
- Philip Waverton: I've never been in a better temper in my life. I love driving a hundred miles through the dark practically without headlights. I love the trickle of ice cold water pouring down my neck. This is one of the happiest moments of my life.
- [the road the Waverton's are on has been flooded]
- Margaret Waverton: Don't stop!
- Philip Waverton: How can I help stopping? Do you think we're in a motorboat?
- Penderel: [singing] Stuck for the night/stuck for the night... .
- Margaret Waverton: Mr. Pendelel, please!
- Philip Waverton: Sorry.
- [Waverton tries to drive their car across the flooded road]
- Margaret Waverton: Do you think we'll do it?
- Philip Waverton: I really don't know.
- Penderel: [waving his glove derisively] Bon voyage!
- [first lines]
- [on a dark and stormy night, the Waverton's car get stuck in the mud]
- Philip Waverton: Hell!
- Margaret Waverton: What are you stopping for?
- Philip Waverton: A rest.
- Margaret Waverton: Really, Philip, you can't stop here. Either go on or go back. You can't expect me to spend the night like a half-drowned rat on a mountainside.
- Philip Waverton: It's better to stop than to drive the car gently over a cliff, isn't it?