Arthur Carmody: Ah, now that is handy; a little sewing kit, and something to polish your shoes with. Look!
Gerald Carmody: Oh, wonderful. I can't wait to sit in the bath, sewing my socks, shining my shoes and wearing my shower cap.
Arthur Carmody: Dad, we really want you to enjoy this. We couldn't leave you alone, not after what happened.
Gerald Carmody: It was an isolated incident.
Arthur Carmody: Yes, well, there's no point in going over old ground.
Gerald Carmody: Absolutely. Well, I'll see you in two weeks then. Don't be surprised if I'm still sitting here.
Arthur Carmody: Then you'd be a damned fool. Places like this are bloody nice.
Gerald Carmody: Places like this are the equivalent of a kennel. When you go on holiday, pets go into kennels and elderly relatives go into places like this.
Arthur Carmody: You could have a very pleasant two weeks here if you weren't so determined to be miserable.
Gerald Carmody: I do not enjoy being surrounded by old people.
Miss Glaistow: [there is a knock on the door which opens] Mr. Camody, I'm Miss Glaistow, resident physiotherapist and general dogsbody. And I always make it a point of greeting our guests and explaining the room.
Gerald Carmody: Oh, really? Have your guests so little experience of rooms? What is their natural habitat? The Serengeti? The Arctic tundra?
Arthur Carmody: My father's a little unhappy at being dumped. At least that's how he sees it.
Gerald Carmody: That's exactly how it is, Arthur. I don't mind accepting that fact but I do object to your dressing it up as a little treat for the old man.
