Great Aunt Adelaide: Incest.
Lily: Evangeline, do you love Papa?
Evangeline: Of course not! I know my place. That wouldn't be right. I mean... yes.
Lily: Papa, do you love Evangeline?
Mr. Brown: What are you saying? That - that would be totally improper. I mean a thing like that could - could never happen. I mean, obviously... yes.
Narrator: Hello. Unfortunately, we must start the story with an empty chair. If it wasn't empty, however, we wouldn't have a story. But, it is, and we do, so we must tell it.
Great Aunt Adelaide: I shall relieve you of one of your children and give it a home with me at Stitch Manor... As for your fortunate daughter - for it must be a girl and not one of those other things.
Great Aunt Adelaide: If there's one thing I won't stand for, it's loose vowels.
Eric Brown: The nanny is a witch.
Mr. Brown: It wasn't really the baby they were eating. It was a chicken, actually.
Evangeline: Sod my manners you old trout. This is the most fun I've had in weeks.
Mrs. Quickly: O, I do love my weddings.
Simon Brown: I never say "please".
Nanny McPhee: Not at all.
Mr. Brown: I must marry Quickly.