Good Neighbors: The Thing in the Cellar

The "thing" Tom is building in the cellar is a generator. He will be using methane to run the generator, created from his animals... well, you know. I won't write the word here because I wouldn't want to offend Margo. *wink*

Quotes:

[Tom drinks a cup of coffee]
Tom: Ah. Beautiful.
[hands the cup to Barbara]
Barbara: You didn't save me any.
Tom: You said it was all for me.
Barbara: Well, you didn't have to believe me.
Tom: Is that you being incorrigibly feminine?
Barbara: Yes.

Barbara: You're a genius, you are.
Tom: Well, old Newton had his apple, Einstein had his relativity. I've got my thing in the cellar.
Barbara: How's it going?
Tom: I'm a genius. How should I know?

Margo: You look terribly tired and drawn, dear.
Barbara: Thank you.

[re: candles]
Barbara: Are you having your electricity cut off as well?
Margo: Hardly. No, I'm just laying in a stock to obviate being dictated to by those neo-Marxists at the power station.
Barbara: What did Horace say, Winnie?
Jerry: Annual event. Power strikes.

Margo: Barbara, now you know me, dear. I never speak out of turn... Don't you think it's time Tom saw a specialist?

Barbara: I had thought of giving Freud a ring, but I haven't got a telephone.

Tom (to Jerry): If you're not careful I'll make you drink all of my homemade wine.

Tom: This might look like an old diesel generator to you.
Jerry: Yes, it does.
Tom: That's because it is. Except that it's fueled by methane.
Jerry: Methane? Your inthane. [laughs at his own joke]

Tom: That was the overture. This is the symphony.
[turns the wheel of the generator]
Jerry: Just the one movement, eh?

Jerry: You do this on one load of... pigs'... doo-dahs?
Tom: Yep. Waste not, want not, pick it up and stoke it, it's what I say.

Tom: If I could develop an H2O tablet, the water board could go and drown itself as well.

Tom: If they developed an electric gas over, you'd have one of those.

Jerry: Tom, I can't help it if luxury and I are mutually attractive.

Tom (re: the deep freezer): When we do our pigs in, there'll be a year's supply of pork in there.
Jerry: Seems a bit ungrateful when they're providing the fuel to run the thing.
Tom: True, true. It's a dog's life, being a pig.

Barbara: It works, doesn't it? Your smile's got dimples.

Margo: If it will make everyone happy if I say, "Congratulations, Tom," then congratulations, Tom.
Barbara: You always were the one for the spontaneous outburst.

Margo: I'd sooner pay the electricity bills, personally.
Jerry: I sooner you pay the electricity bills personally.

Jerry: You'd have made a marvelous photographer, the way you enlarge everything.

Tom: It's Tom Good and his magic switch. On. Off. On. Off. On... Off.
Barbara: And his lovely assistant, Rita, who does it left-handed. On, off, on off. On... Off.
Tom: Thank you, Rita. For my next trick I shall make Margo smile.

Barbara: Dear old Margo. Why do we like her?
Tom: I don't know. Because she offers herself up for slaughter so readily, I suppose.

Barbara: Bread.
Tom: Bread? What are you having?

Jerry: You know, your back garden looks just as ridiculous as your front garden.

Jerry: You know, you're not as fun as you used to be, Tom.
Tom: Shouldn't have married me then, should you?

Tom (looks at Barbara's book): "Forgotten Foods." I can see why they call it that. There's a bit of jam on page 38.
Barbara: It's a library book. I got it the other day when I went to graze the goat on the common.
Tom: You didn't take the goat in the library, did you?
Barbara: Oh, no. It hasn't got a ticket. I left it in the bicycle racks.

Tom: I wonder what Surbiton snails taste like. [pause] Rabbits.
Barbara: No, they're not at all like rabbits.

Jerry: You don't half stink.
Barbara: Smoothie.
Jerry: What is it?
Tom: Fish cologne. We've been gutting all morning.
Jerry: Ah, the fun you have in this house.

Jerry: Off you go, my children. Watch for wolves.

Tom: I explained it all to you. It's simplicity itself.
Jerry: Well, you make it work. You're simple.

Tom: Come one, brain. Come one, brain. Don't let me down, just as I was getting to like you.

Jerry: Oh, Tom. Care to borrow a candle?