Rowan Morrison: Did I do it right? Lord Summerisle: You did it beautifully!
Sergeant Howie: If the crops fail, Summerisle, next year your people will kill you on May Day. Lord Summerisle: [Shaken] They will not fail!
Harbor Master: Much has been said of the strumpets of yore / Of wenches and bawdy house queens by the score / But I sing of a baggage that we all adore / The landlord's daughter! [song continues sung by islanders drinking at the Green Man Inn pub... ...
Miss Rose: The building attached to the ground in which the body lies is no longer used for CHRISTIAN worship, so whether it is still a CHURCHYARD is debatable.
Lord Summerisle: [Irritably, to Howie who is disguised as a jester and holding a "bladder" or balloon] Cut some capers, man! Use your bladder!
[first lines] Sergeant Howie: [yelling] Will you send a dinghy, please?
