Molly: You might as well know the worst. I warn you, she sees pixies.
Molly: You know, the little men?
Godfrey: Oh, those. I know how to take care of those.
[Godfrey assembles a pick-me-up of gin, a raw egg, tomato juice, other things]
Godfrey: Have you any Worcestershire?
Molly [handing it to him]: What are you gonna do with that?
[Godfrey pours a huge amount of Worcestershire sauce into the drink]
Godfrey: Do unto others as you would have others do unto you!
Molly [appalled]: What do you want to do? Scorch her windpipe?
Godfrey: There's nothing like a counterirritant...