Peregrine Devlin: You begin to resent an actor if you always have to give him bad notices.

Peregrine Devlin: Hello, Edwina. I thought it was you.

Edwina Lionheart: Well, the brilliant Peregrine Devlin. Wielder of the brutal aphorism, master of the killing phrase, my father's murderer.

Peregrine Devlin: That's a bit melodramatic, isn't it?

Edwina Lionheart: Forgive me. I forgot. It was your reverence and admiration that drove him to take his own life.

Inspector Boot: Was that dialogue from King Lear?

Peregrine Devlin: Yes. A remarkable performace. He was overacting as usual, but he knew how to make an exit.

George Maxwell: You... It's you! But you're dead!

Edward Lionheart: No. Another critical miscalculation on you part. I am well. It is you who are dead.