Sara Crewe: It's getting harder every day to pretend my father is safe.
Geoffrey Hamilton: I'll let you in on a little secret. I enlisted today, but while I don't want Miss Rose to know quite yet, I'll be going over there shortly.
Sara Crewe: To Mafeking? Then perhaps you can help my father.
Geoffrey Hamilton: We'll get him out.

Geoffrey Hamilton: Don't be frightened, Sara. It's only my grandfather.
Lord Wickham: Don't you believe him, young woman! I disowned him the day he was born!
Geoffrey Hamilton: And we're really very fond of each other.
Lord Wickham: Of course we are - what? Wait till I see the woman who runs this school! I'll put a spoke in your wheel!
Geoffrey Hamilton: Do! She'd love to know my grandfather is Lord Wickham, and she'll probably raise my salary!
Lord Wickham: Insolent pup! Just like his father!

Geoffrey Hamilton: Rose, something's wrong. What is it?
Rose Hamilton: Miss Minchin has taken away my Thursday afternoons.
Geoffrey Hamilton: But why?
Rose Hamilton: We mustn't be seen together.
Geoffrey Hamilton: Does that mean that I can never see you alone again?
Rose Hamilton: Of course not, darling. No matter what Miss Minchin says, we'll find a way.
Geoffrey Hamilton: I can't understand the woman! What is she so afraid of? Why shouldn't we see each other?
Rose Hamilton: Gossip, I suppose. Miss Minchin lives for that school and her ideas of pride and snobbishness.
Geoffrey Hamilton: Fiddlesticks! She's afraid of losing an excellent teacher whom she gets for nothing! I won't stand for it! I'll have a talk with her myself!
Rose Hamilton: Oh no, darling, you mustn't do that. She'd only discharge us both.
Geoffrey Hamilton: She might not have the chance if things continue to pop in South Africa.

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Sara Crewe: Why are they sending so many soldiers, daddy, if it's only going to be a little war?
Captain Reginald Crewe: To make those stubborn Boers take us seriously this time, my darling. When they realize Her Majesty intends to put a stop to their nonsense, they'll quiet down.
Sara Crewe: They'd better. Anyhow, when you get there, you'll stop them. Won't you, daddy?
Captain Reginald Crewe: I'll do my best, dear.

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Captain Reginald Crewe: Sara, Sara.

Sara Crewe: Your Majesty. My Dad.