Anthony Blanche: If you knew anything of sexual psychology, you would know that nothing could give me keener pleasure than to be m-m-m-manhandled by you meaty boys - ecstacy of the *naughtiest* kind. Cordelia Flyte: If you weren't an agnostic I should ask you for five shillings to buy a black god-daughter. Charles Ryder: Nothing would surprise me about your religion. Cordelia Flyte: It's a new thing that a priest started last term. You send five bob to some nuns in Africa and they christen a baby and name her after you. I have got six black Cordelias. Isn't that lovely? Charles Ryder: No, not to me. It seems to me that without your religion, Sebastian might have had a chance to be a happy and a healthy man. Lord Brideshead: It's arguable, I suppose. Mr. Samgrass: What will you do when it's dead? Can you have another tortoise fitted into the shell?