- [Rigsby and Miss Jones are at a restaurant]
- Miss Ruth Jones: I must say, I do like this place. Do you come here often?
- Rigsby: Oh yes. It's one of my old bachelor haunts.
- Miss Ruth Jones: I thought you were married?
- Rigsby: In name only, Miss Jones. It was a long time ago. At the end of the war - VJ night. She surrendered the same day as Japan. We resumed hostilities a week later.
- Miss Ruth Jones: You make your marriage sound like a war!
- Rigsby: Oh, it was, Miss Jones. Long periods of boredom followed by short bursts of violence. We should never have got married. There was only one woman I really liked in those days - Greer Garson. I saw all her films. Her and Walter Pidgeon.
- Miss Ruth Jones: Did your wife remind you Greer Garson?
- Rigsby: No, no... She looked more like Walter Pidgeon, actually.
- Miss Ruth Jones: [points to magazines in Rigsby's hands] What are those?
- Rigsby: Oh, they're, er... photographic studies, Miss Jones... for the nature lover. A sort of hymn of praise to the female form.
- Miss Ruth Jones: Do you mean they're nudes?
- Rigsby: Er... yes.
- Miss Ruth Jones: [disgusted] I see. If you'll excuse me, Mr. Rigsby. It's rather warm in here.
- Rigsby: [Rigsby confronts Bert] What did you have to go and do that for? What's she going to think of me now?
- Bert: Well I'm sorry, Rigsby. I didn't know you fancied her.
- Rigsby: Well, why not?
- Bert: I thought you only like women with staples across their stomachs.
- Miss Ruth Jones: Well, I decided to do a few gentle exercises. And Philip has shown me some wonderful things to do on two chairs.
- Rigsby: Hmm, I bet he has. I wouldn't take too much notice of him, Miss Jones.
- Miss Ruth Jones: You must admit, he has a wonderful physique.
- Rigsby: He hasn't been coming down here with his shirt open again, has he?
- Miss Ruth Jones: No, of course not.