Kay Hammond

Ruth Condomine: Alcohol will ruin your whole life if you allow it to get ahold on you, you know.

Charles Condomine: Once and for all, Ruth, I'd like you to understand that what happened last night was nothing whatever to do with alcohol! I grant you it may have been some form of psychic delusion, but I was stone cold sober from first to last.

Ruth Condomine: You called me a guttersnipe. You told me to shut up. And when I quietly suggested we should go upstairs to bed, you said, with the most disgusting leer, it was an immoral suggestion.

Charles Condomine: I was talking to Elvira.