- Young Prostitute: My hand is yours for a shilling, sir. And any other part for two.
- Henry Rackham Junior: Please, cover yourself up. Your body parts are not yours to sell. They belong together, and the whole belongs to God.
- Young Prostitute: My hole belongs to anyone who's got two shillings, sir.
- Christopher: What is Christmas?
- Mrs. Castaway: It's the day Jesus was born.
- Christopher: Who's Jesus?
- Mrs. Castaway: He died for our sins. Evidently unsuccessfully since we're all still paying.
- Mrs. Castaway: Do you remember the game we used to play when you were a baby? On the coldest winter nights, I'd creep into your room while you were sleeping, all cuddled up in your blanket, and I'd... pull it off. Do you remember? I'd pull it off and I'd say, 'That's what God does.' That's what God does.