Philipa Featherington: Alby and I lay together before we arrived.

Portia Featherington: Just lower your voice! Not here. (They go to an empty room...) And what about you? Did you two...

Prudence Featherington: We began. I simply... I do not enjoy it.

Portia Featherington: A woman's pleasure is somewhat more subtle than a man's. You see, when he... inserts himself...

Philipa Featherington: Inserts himself? Inserts himself where?

Portia Featherington: What on earth do you and Mr. Finch do?

Philipa Featherington: We kiss, and then he makes an odd sound, and he goes to change his breeches.

Prudence Featherington: His breeches remain on?

Philipa Featherington: Of course.

Portia Featherington (to herself): Why must I be punished over and over?