- Sir Benjamin Boyd: Madam, must you make that noise?
- Jill Clemons: Yes, Sir Benjamin.
- Sir Benjamin Boyd: Is there some defect in your instrument?
- Jill Clemons: Oh no, Sir Benjamin.
- Sir Benjamin Boyd: It would appear to sound like two skeletons making love on a tin roof.
- Jill Clemons: I'm sorry, Sir Benjamin, I had an accident on the way here.
- Taxi Driver: [arriving] I'll say she had an accident. Cost me a fare that has. And what I say is, what about my flippin' bumper?
- Sir Benjamin Boyd: And who the devil may you be, sir?
- Taxi Driver: I just want to exchange addresses with the young lady.
- Sir Benjamin Boyd: Although you might find it hard to believe, this is a concert hall and not a marriage bureau.
- Jill Clemons: I'm sorry, Sir Benjamin, it's my fault. I backed into him.
- Sir Benjamin Boyd: Madam, tacit if you please. And you sir, shut your cake hole. If you wish to interview the young lady, I must ask you to wait outside. And I may add that if her driving is on a par with her musicianship, you may think yourself extremely fortunate to be alive.
- [to the orchestra]
- Sir Benjamin Boyd: Now gentlemen, we shall take the final section. From bar 224 if you please.