Uncle Charlie, this is Mrs Greene and Mrs Potter.

Mrs Potter.

Mrs. Fairfax? Yes, my dear?

Mrs. Fairfax?

Thanks most awfully, Mrs Henderson.

I'm Mrs. Fairfax.

Mrs Greene, Miss Potter.

Good evening, Mrs Newton.

Good night, Mrs. Fairfax.

Shall I call Mrs. Fairfax?

To that simple old Fairfax.

Danielle Foussard. Miss Stevens.

What was the other name? John Robie. Mrs Stevens...

Mrs Hardenburg, please.

Oh, hello, Mrs Henderson. This is Ann.

Mrs Henderson, do you believe in telepathy?

What does your brother do?

You have helped, Mrs Newton.

Miss Stevens? Yes, Mr Burns?

So far, Miss Stevens... Francie.

Mrs Henderson just called from the Postal Union Office.

Did Mrs Henderson say who it's from?

Mr Greene. Mrs Greene, what would you like?

Miss Stevens, you are a girl in a million.

Yes. You know, Mrs Martin, it's very funny.

Mrs. Reed wants to see you in the drawing room.

I'll tell Mrs. Fairfax you're here.

I'm anything but that, Mrs Stevens.

That's what we've always believed, Mrs. Carey.

I advertised and Mrs. Fairfax answered the advertisement.

What the deuce do you want to call her for?

Mrs Stevens, would you keep your jewellery in the hotel safe?

I've been instructed to pay off the Stevens claim.

Put on your robe now. That'll be all, Miss Maltby.

I'll get you making the cake again tomorrow.

Mrs Henderson didn't read the telegram because I couldn't find a pencil.

That's all we want now, Mrs Newton, some pictures of the house.

Monsieur, there's no one I'd rather you marry. Not even Mrs. Fairfax.

That nice Mrs Potter's going to be there. She was asking me about you.

Not bad. You didn't finish telling me whether Miss Rose married the rich guy,

But others see clearly enough, do they not?

Now, you mind Mr and Mrs Ayers. Don't go causing any fuss.

Mrs Newton, what organisations do you and your husband belong to?

I can only be myself, Miss Stevens. Then be yourself, John.

And you may rest assured, Mrs. Reed... we shall do our best to collaborate with the Almighty.