Harriet:
Better get him on your yacht quickly, Carol, and hide him in darkest Africa. I don't trust myself.
Carol Morgan:
I don't trust any of you. We're sailing for Monte Carlo on the Princess, two hours after the ceremony.
William 'Bill' Wade:
Darling, I'm sorry to tell you I get very ill at sea. And when seasickness comes into the porthole, love flies out the - eh, other porthole.
Carol Morgan:
He sounds unromantic; but, that's just his natural modesty. You ought to see him in a taxi cab.
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