[at the railway station, Susan asks Peter where the train is going in a flirtatious manner]  Susan Brooks : Are we all right for Fircombe? Peter Potter : [eyes glued on Susan]  I'm sure you are! Paula Perkins : I'm beginning to see why you don't want me down there.

Miss Dawn Brakes : Excuse me, is this the train to the beauty contest? Peter Potter : Yes, that's right. Miss Dawn Brakes : Oh good. [to Paula]  Miss Dawn Brakes : Are you coming? Paula Perkins : Certainly not! [Miss Dawn Brakes looks Paula Perkins up and down]  Miss Dawn Brakes : Perhaps you're right. [Looking into the carriage; to Peter]  Miss Dawn Brakes : Are you in this one? Peter Potter : That's right, I am. Miss Dawn Brakes : I'll join you then. Paula Perkins : [Suspiciously]  You didn't tell me anything about a beauty contest! Peter Potter : I think I'd better go!