Mr. Chips: You must go. Goodbye, Kathy.
Katherine: Goodbye, Mr. Chips. [She kisses him.]
Mr. Chips: Miss Kathy! Kathy! You. . .you kissed me!
Katherine: I know, it was dreadful of me.
Mr. Chips: Oh, no. . . but do you. . . are we. . . oh, this is awful. Look here. you’ll have to marry me now, you know!
Katherine: Do you want to?
Mr. Chips: Do I?! Do you?
Katherine: Dreadfully! Goodbye, my dear!
Mr. Chips: Oh Kathy, you can’t go now!
Mr. Chips: Goodbye!
Richard Hannay: There are million women in this island, and I’m chained to you. Listen, once more. I’m telling you the truth. I told you once in the train. I tried to tell you after the election meeting. I’m telling you now for the third time. There’s a danagerous conspiracy against this island and we’re the only ones who can stop it. Think what you’ve seen happen right under your very nose.
Pamela: The gallant knight to the rescue.
Richard Hannay: All right, then I’m just a plain, common murderer who stabbed an innocent, defenseless woman in the back not four days ago. How do you come out over that? I don’t know how innocent you may be but you’re a woman, you’re defenseless, and you’re alone on a desolate moor in the dark, manacled to a murderer who’d stop at nothing to get you off his hands. If that’s the situation you prefer, have it, my lovely, and welcome.
Pamela: I’m not afraid of. . .
Richard Hannay: For all you know, I may murder a woman a week.