Ethel Rogers : Are you looking for something, Miss? Because this is the below stairs, Miss. For staff.
Vera Claythorne : Well I am staff.
Ethel Rogers : Miss, we had very strict instructions you were to be treated as a guest.
Vera Claythorne : How many more are you expecting, with the Owens?
Ethel Rogers : We shall know when they arrive.
Vera Claythorne : And how will you cope, just the two of you?
Ethel Rogers : Rogers and myself is competent, more than. Now if you please.
Thomas Rogers : Well done, girl.
Doctor Edward Armstrong : [Hands Mrs. Rogers a drink mixed with medicine] Here it's mild, but it will help you sleep.
[Turns to Rogers]
Doctor Edward Armstrong : I suspect Rogers there will be questions about our host only you can answer.
Thomas Rogers : Yes sir.
Doctor Edward Armstrong : A few minutes then to settle your wife.
[He leaves and listens at the door]
Ethel Rogers : I told you! I told you!
Thomas Rogers : Pull yourself together woman! Stop flapping your trap you dosy bitch!