Downton Abbey

[news of the sinking of the Titanic has just reached Downton Abbey]

Lady Edith Crawley:
I thought it was supposed to be unsinkable.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Every mountain is "unclimbable" until someone climbs it. So every ship is "unsinkable" until it sinks.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
What is a "weekend"?

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
[smiling] Are we to be friends then?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[after a very long pause] We are allies, which can be a good deal more effective.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
It does seem odd that my third cousin should be a doctor.

George Murray:
There are worse professions.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Indeed.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh, dear, such a glare. I feel as if I were on stage at the Gaiety.

Mr. Carson:
We may have to have a maid in the dining room.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Cheer up, Carson. There are worse things happening in the world.

Mr. Carson:
Not worse than a maid serving a duke.

Lady Edith Crawley:
[commenting about the Duke, whom Mary was hoping to marry] So he slipped the hook.

Lady Mary Crawley:
At least I'm not fishing with no bait.

Matthew Crawley:
[reading a letter] It's from Lord Grantham.

Isobel Crawley:
Really? What on earth does he want?

Matthew Crawley:
He wants to change our lives.

Isobel Crawley:
What should we call each other?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Well, we could always start with Mrs. Crawley and Lady Grantham.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Do you miss the army, Bates?

John Bates:
I miss a lot of things, but you have to keep moving, don't you.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Well... give him a date for when Mary's out of mourning. No one wants to kiss a girl in black...

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[Speaking to Lady Grantham, who has responded to a summons to speak with Violet] Tell her about James and Patrick-she won't have heard.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[Scene switches to Drawing Room] [Speaking to Lady Grantham] Of course I've heard! Why else would I be here?

Mr. Carson:
My Lord, would it be acceptable for Bates to ride in front with Taylor? Otherwise it means getting the other car out. He and His Grace are catching the same train.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Perfectly acceptable and if His Grace doesn't like it, he can lump it.

Duke of Crowborough:
Why did you apologize to that man? It's not his business what we do.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I always apologize when I'm in the wrong. It's a habit of mine.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I'm tougher than I look.

Thomas Barrow:
[as both men re moving in different directions] Where have you been?

William Mason:
I'm not late, am I?

Thomas Barrow:
[condescendingly] You're late when I say you're late.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Don't you care about Downton?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
What do you think? I have given my life to Downton. I was born here, and I hope to die here. I claim no career beyond the nurture of this house and the estate. It's my third parent and my fourth child.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
I know you're sad about Patrick - whtever you say - I know it.

Lady Mary Crawley:
You're a darling, but you see I'm not as sad as I ought t be, and that's what makes me sad.

Daisy Robinson:
Seems like a lot of food, when you think they're all in mourning.

Mrs. Patmore:
Nothin' makes you hungrier or more tired than grief. When my sister died, god rest her soul, I ate my way through four platefuls of sandwiches at one sitting and slept round the clock.

Daisy Robinson:
Did it make you feel better?

Mrs. Patmore:
Not much, but it passed the time.

Duke of Crowborough:
You'll give up your entire estate - your wife's money into the bargain -to a perfect stranger ? You won't even put up a fight?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I hope he proves to be perfect, but I rather doubt it.

Duke of Crowborough:
Very odd thing to joke about .

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
No odder than this conversation.

[the servants are discussing Matthew Crawley, Lord Robert's heir, and his mother Isobel]

Thomas:
So what d'you think we'll make of them?

Sarah O'Brien:
I shouldn't think much. *She* hasn't even got a lady's maid.

Anna:
It's not a capital offence.

John Bates:
She's got a maid - her name's Ellen. She came a day early.

Sarah O'Brien:
She's not a lady's maid. She's just a housemaid that fastens hooks and buttons when she has to. There's more to it than that, you know.

Anna:
We want some *very* precise reporting when dinner's over.

Thomas:
Are we to treat him as the heir?

Sarah O'Brien:
Are we heck as like! A doctor's son from Manchester? He'll be lucky if he gets a civil word out of me.

Anna:
[drily] We're *all* lucky if we get a civil word out of you.

[Sarah O'Brien is talking about Matthew and Isobel Crawley]

Sarah O'Brien:
I'm sorry but *I* have standards. And if anyone thinks I'm going to pull my forelock and curtsey to this Mister Nobody from Nowhere...

[Lady Cora comes into the Servants' Hall. All the servants stand up]

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
O'Brien! Were you discussing Mr Crawley?

Sarah O'Brien:
Yes, My Lady.

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
Is it your place to do so?

Sarah O'Brien:
I've got my opinions, My Lady, same as anybody.

[Mrs Hughes comes in]

Mrs. Hughes:
Can I help Your Ladyship?

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
[to Mrs Hughes] This is the button that's missing from my new evening coat. I found it lying on the gravel. But I was shocked at the talk I heard as I came in. [to O'Brien] Mr Crawley is His Lordship's cousin and heir. You *will*, therefore, please accord him the respect that he is entitled to.

Sarah O'Brien:
But you don't like him yourself, milady. You never wanted him to come...

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
You're sailing *perilously* close to the wind, O'Brien. If we're to be friends, you will *not* speak in that way again about the Crawleys, or *any* member of Lord Grantham's family. Now I'm going up to rest. Wake me at the dressing gong.

[Lady Cora walks out of the room]

Thomas:
I don't think that's fair - not here in the Servants' Hall.

Sarah O'Brien:
I agree. If she was a *real* lady, she wouldn't have come down here. She'd have rung for me and given me the button, that's all.

Thomas:
This isn't her territory. We can say what we like down here.

Mrs. Hughes:
Who says?

Thomas:
The Law - and Parliament. There *is* such a thing as free speech.

Mrs. Hughes:
Not when *I'm* in charge! Don't push your luck, Thomas. Now, tea's over. Back to work!

[Mrs Hughes leaves]

Sarah O'Brien:
Friends! Who does she think she's fooling. *We're* not friends.

Anna:
No?

Sarah O'Brien:
No. And you're not friends with the girls, neither. We're servants, you and me, and they pay us to do as we're told. That's all.

Charles Grigg:
We're like brothers, him an' me.

Mr. Carson:
We're not like brothers.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
What is a weekEND?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
No one wants to kiss a girl in black.

Isobel Crawley:
What should we call each other?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Well, we could always start with Mrs Crawley and Lady Grantham.

Isobel Crawley:
[about the hospital] Who funds it?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh good, let's talk about money.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[about the refurbished room at the Crawley house] It always seemed rather dark when my mother-in-law lived here; but then, she made everything rather dark.

Dr. Clarkson:
[about Mrs. Crawley helping out at the hospital] It seems that she is going to stay on in the foreseeable future.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Nobody can foresee the future, Doctor. Not you, not I, and *certainly* not Mrs. Crawley.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I thought you didn't like him.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
So what? I have plenty of friends I don't like.

Mr. Carson:
If you're going to the ceremony, I thought we might walk together.

Mrs. Hughes:
Certainly I'm going. I want to see the old bat's face when they announce it. I must try not to look too cheerful. Or shouldn't I talk like that in your presence?

Isobel Crawley:
[discussing whether they should keep the servants they've been assigned] What they expct, Matthew, is that we won't know how to behave. So, if you don't mind, I would rather not confirm their expectation.

Matthew Crawley:
I'll be no use to anyine if I can't be myself.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Lord Robert] Why do you always have to be nicer than the rest of us?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[to Matthew] We all have different parts to play, Matthew, and we should all be allowed to play them.

Mr. Carson:
I take it my resignation has not been accepted.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
We all have chapters we would rather keep unpublished.

Matthew Crawley:
I've got a job in Ripon. I've said I'll start tomorrow.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
A *job*?

John Bates:
Even Mr. Carson wasn't born standing to attention.

Thomas:
I hope not, for his mother sake.

[Kemal Pamuk, a Turkish diplomat, has been found dead in his bed - he actually died of a heart attack in Lady Mary's bed while they were making love, but only Mary, Cora and Anna the maid know this. Cora and her daughters are in the sitting room when Violet is shown in]

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh my dears. Is it really true? I can't believe it. Last night he looked so well. Of course, it *would* happen to a foreigner. It's typical.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Don't be ridiculous.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I'm not being ridiculous. No Englishman would dream of dying in someone else's house - especially somebody they didn't even know.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[talking to Cora about Mary]... we'd better get her settled before the bloom has gone quite off the rose.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
One can't go to pieces at the death of every foreigner. We'd all be in a constant state of collapse whenever we opened a newspaper.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[about Evelyn Napier] He's out with the York and Ainsty next week. The meet is at Downton. He wants some tea when he's up here.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Where's he staying? With friends?

Lady Mary Crawley:
He says he's found a pub that caters for hunting.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Oh, we can improve on that - he must come here; he can send the horses up early, if he wants.

Lady Mary Crawley:
He'll know why you're asking him.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
I can't think what you mean; his mother's a friend of mine - she'll be pleased at the idea.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Not *very* pleased... she's dead.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
...All the more reason, then.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
I don't dislike Matthew. In fact, I rather admire him.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Is that sufficient reason to give him your money?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Well, of course not!

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Then there's nothing more to be said.

Isobel Crawley:
[Talking to Matthew about a letter that came from Downton Abbey] There are two young men staying, so you won't be so outnumbered for once.

Matthew Crawley:
What men?

Isobel Crawley:
A Turkish diplomat called something I can't read, and "Lord Branksome's charming son"... who is to be flung at Mary, presumably.

Matthew Crawley:
When it comes to cousin Mary, she is quite capable of doing her own flinging, I assure you.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Our dentist is horrid.

Matthew Crawley:
[to Evelyn Napier after Mary rudely leaves their conversation to talk to Kemal Pamuk] It seems we must brush up on our powers of fascination.

Evelyn Napier:
I was a fool to bring him here.

Matthew Crawley:
Don't you like him?

Evelyn Napier:
Well, I like him very much. But so does everyone else, unfortunately.

Evelyn Napier:
[Lady Edith glaces over at them, smiles, and approaches] Excuse me. [leaves]

Evelyn Napier:
[about Kemal Pamuk's death] I imagine you've heard what's happened.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Yes.

Evelyn Napier:
Terrible thing. Awful. Ghastly for your parents; I don't suppose I shall ever make it up to them.

Lady Mary Crawley:
But it wasn't your fault.

Evelyn Napier:
Well, I brought him here. If it isn't my fault, who's it it?... I was wondering if you might show me the gardens before I go...? We could get some fresh air.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I won't, if you'll forgive me. I ought to stay and help Mama.

Evelyn Napier:
[nods] Of course. I'm so sorry about all of this. I've told your father I'll deal with the embassy-there won't be any more annoyance for you.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Thank you.

Evelyn Napier:
Actually, he was a terribly nice fellow. I wish you could have known him better. [Lady Mary starts to tear up] I took him on as a duty, but I liked him more and more, the longer I knew him. [Looks up, notices Mary crying] Perhaps you saw his qualities for yourself. [Lady Mary turns and runs back up the stairs, sobbing] Which, obviously... you did.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Will we be seeing you here again?

Evelyn Napier:
Nothing would give me more pleasure, but I'm afraid I'm a little busy at the moment, and... [sighs] I wonder if I might risk embarrassing you, because I should like to make myself clear. The truth is, Lady Grantham, I am not a vain man; I do not consider myself a very interesting person... but I feel it's important that my future wife should think me so. A woman who finds me boring could never love me, and I believe marriage should be based on love... at least at the start.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
[reading from Evelyn Napier's letter in which he discusses the countess' invitation to stay at Downton the night before the hunt] Apparently he's bringing a friend with him, an attache at the Turkish Embassy, Mr. Kemal Pamuk. He's the son of one of the Sultan's ministers and he's here for the Albanian talks.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[Looking confused] What's that?

Lady Edith Crawley:
To create an independent Albania. Don't you read the papers?

Lady Mary Crawley:
I'm too busy living a life.

Mrs. Patmore:
[peeved with Daisy's tardiness] Daisy! What's happened to you? I said you could go for a drink of water, not a trip up the Nile.

Gwen Dawson:
[despondently] I was born with nothing, and I'll die with nothing!

John Bates:
Don't talk like that! You can change your life if you want to, smetimes you have to be hard on yourself... but you can change it. [after a dramatic pause] I know.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
[embittered toward Mary] I feel now that I can never forgive what you have put me through this night. I hope in time I will come to be more merciful... but I doubt it.

Matthew Crawley:
[referring to his obvious interest in Mary] Will she stay at the hunt the whole day?

Lady Edith Crawley:
[disappointed that Matthew is not interested in her but her sister] Oh, you know Mary. She likes to be in at the kill.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[referring to the death] Is everyone all right downstairs?

Charles Carson:
Well, you know, he was a handsome stranger from foreign parts one minute, and the next he ws dead as a doornail... It's bound to be a shock.

Sarah O'Brien:
There are plenty more fish in the sea than ever came out if it.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[to Matthew Crawley] You should learn to forget what I say. I know I do.

Lady Mary Crawley:
You should learn to forget what I say. I know I do.

Sarah O'Brien:
[about Mrs. Hughes meeting an old flame] If she's got a boyfriend, I'm a giraffe.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
If I'd made my own fortune and bought Downton for myself it should be yours without question, but I did not. My fortune is the work of others who laboured to build a great dynasty. Do I have the right to destroy their work or impoverish that dynasty? I am a custodian, my dear, not an owner. I must strive to be worthy of the task I've been set. If I could take Mama's money out of the estates Downton would have to be sold to pay for it. Is that what you want? To see Matthew a landless peer with a title, but no means to pay for it?

Daisy Robinson:
Thomas is lovely in every way. He's funny and handsome, and he's got such lovely teeth.

Mrs. Patmore:
He's not for you, Daisy.

Daisy Robinson:
'Course not. He's too good for me, I know that.

Mrs. Patmore:
No. He's not too good.

Daisy Robinson:
What then?

Mrs. Patmore:
He's not the boy for you, and you're not the girl for him.

Daisy Robinson:
Isn't that what I just said? And why would he be when he's seen and done so much and I've been nowhere and done nothing?

Mrs. Patmore:
Perhaps Thomas has seen and done more than is good for him. [seeing that she's still not getting it] He's not a ladies' man.

Daisy Robinson:
[uncertainly] But innit a blessed relief?

Mrs. Patmore:
Daisy, Thomas is a troubled soul.

Daisy Robinson:
I don't know what you mean, Mrs Patmore.

Mrs. Patmore:
[giving up] Oh, nothing. I don't mean anything.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Won't you miss Ireland?

Tom Branson:
Ireland, yes. But not the job. The mistress was a nice lady, but she only had one car and she wouldn't let me drive it over 20 miles an hour. So it was a bit... well, boring, so to speak.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[about Branson, the new chauffeur] He seems a bright spark after poor old Taylor. And to think Taylor's gone off to run a tea shop. I cannot feel it will make for a very restful retirement, can you?

Charlie Carson:
I would rather be put to death, m'Lord.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
...Quite so.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[talking of how to introduce Mary to more society] How about some house parties?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
She's been asked to one next month by Lady Anne McNair.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Most terrible idea; she doesn't know anyone under a hundred.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
I might send her over to visit my aunt; she could get to know New York.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh, I don't think things are quite that desperate.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
One can't go to pieces at the death of every foreigner; we'd all be in a state of collapse whenever we opened a newspaper.

Mrs. Hughes:
I've sent Anna to bed with a cold, so I need you to manage the young ladies.

Sarah O'Brien:
What, all three of them? I'm not an octopus. Why can't Gwen do it?

Mrs. Hughes:
Because she is not a lady's maid.

Sarah O'Brien:
*I* am not a slave!

Matthew Crawley:
The question is, what do I say to Cousin Violet?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Oh, don't worry about that. I can handle her.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[Violet enters the room] Really? Well if you can, you must have learned to *very* recently.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Do you know where His Lordship is?

Charlie Carson:
Gone to bed, m'Lady. He felt tired after he put Lady Grantham into the car.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I bet he did.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
[Miss O'Brien doing Lady Sibyl's hair] Thank you, O'Brien, I'll manage now. [O'Brien leaves] [to herself] Odious woman.

Lady Mary Crawley:
The only one who never sticks up for me in all this is you. Why is that?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
You are my darling daughter and I love you, hard as it is for an Englishman to say the words.

Joseph Molesley:
I've got Erysipelas, Your Ladyship.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Ooh... oh, I am sorry.

Dr. Clarkson:
Mrs. Crawley tells me she's recommended nitrate of silver and tincture of steel.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Well, is she making a suit of armor?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
I don't know why we bother with corsets. Men don't wear them, and they look perfectly normal in their clothes.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Not all of them.

Anna Smith:
I love you, Mr. Bates. I know it's not ladylike to say it, but I'm not a lady, and I don't pretend to be.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Mrs. Crawley] You are quite wonderful, the way you see room for improvement wherever you look. I never knew such reforming zeal.

Isobel Crawley:
I take that as a compliment.

[turns and walks in the other direction]

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[laughs] I must have said it wrong.

Lady Mary Crawley:
So, I am just to find a husband and get out of the way?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
You could stay here if you married Matthew,

Lady Mary Crawley:
You know my character father, Father. I'd never marry a man that I was told to. I'm stubborn. I wish I wasn't, but I am.

John Bates:
[witnessing Thomas' callousness to William and Daisy, grabbing his collar, and pushing him against the wall in a threatening fashion] Now listen, you filthy little rat. If you don't lay off, I will punch your shining teeth through the back of your skull.

Thomas Barrow:
[contemptuously] Is this supposed to frighten me, Mr. Bates? Because it is, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but it's just not working. It isn't working. [He walks away from Bates]

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[speaking of his former chauffeur] And to think Taylor's gone off to run a tea shop! I cannot feel it would make for a restful retirement, can you?

Charlie Carson:
[hyperbolically] I would rather be put to death, My Lord.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[referring to her mother] If you think she'll ever recover from carrying the body of Mr. Pamuk from one side of the house to the other, then you don't know her at all.

Gwen Dawson:
Well, I didn't mean recover exactly... just get past it.

Lady Mary Crawley:
She won't do that either. When she dies, they'll cut her open, and find it engraved on her heart.

Matthew Crawley:
Is your life proving satisfactory, apart from the "Great Matter," of course?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Women like me don't have a life. We choose clothes, and pay calls, and work for charity, and do the season. But, really, we're stuck in a waiting room, until we marry.

Matthew Crawley:
I've made you angry.

Lady Mary Crawley:
My life makes me angry, not you.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Good heavens, what am I sitting on?

Matthew Crawley:
A swivel chair.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Another modern brain wave?

Matthew Crawley:
Not very modern. They were invented by Thomas Jefferson.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Why does every day involve a fight with an American?

Matthew Crawley:
I'll fetch you a different one.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
No, no, no, no, I'm a good sailor.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to the collective] Where's Robert? He can't have been drinking port since we left, he'd be under the table by now.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Sybil - Sybil darling, why would you want to go to a real school? You're not a doctors daughter!

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Nobody learns anything from a governess, apart from French and how to curtsy!

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Well, what else do you need?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Well, there's...

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Are you thinking of a career in banking?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Things are different in America.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I know. They live in wigwams.

Daisy Robinson:
[to Mrs Patmore] Thomas is lovely, i'n't he? He's funny, and handsome... an' he's got such lovely teeth...

Lady Sybil Crawley:
[to Gwen Dawson] We're not giving up. No one hits the bull's eye with the first arrow.

Mrs. Hughes:
Before I first came here as head housemaid, I was walking out with a farmer. When I told him I'd taken a job at Downton, he asked me to marry him. I was a farmer's daughter from Argyle, so I knew the life. He was very nice. But then I came here and I-I did well, and I... I didn't want to give it up. So, I told him no, and he married someone else. She died three years ago, and last month, he wrote asking to see me again, and I agreed, because all this time, I've wondered.

Charlie Carson:
Go on.

Mrs. Hughes:
I met him the other night. We had dinner at the Grantham Arms and after, he took me to the fair.

Charlie Carson:
And he was horrible and fat and red-faced and you couldn't think what you ever saw in him?

Mrs. Hughes:
He was still a nice man. He is still a nice man. Well, he was a bit red-faced, and his suit was a little tight, but none of that matters. In the real ways, he hadn't changed.

Charlie Carson:
And he proposed again... and you accepted?

Mrs. Hughes:
In many ways, I wanted to accept. But I'm not that farm girl anymore. I was flattered, of course, but... I've changed, Mr Carson.

Charlie Carson:
Life's altered you, as it's altered me. And what would be the point of living if we didn't let life change us?

Lady Mary Crawley:
You know what all work and no play did for Jack?

Matthew Crawley:
But you think I'm a dull boy anyway, don't you. I play too. I'm coming up for dinner tonight.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Really, Mary, I wish you wouldn't talk like that. There will come a day when someone thinks you really mean what you say.

Lady Mary Crawley:
It can't come soon enough.

Mrs. Patmore:
What the eye can't see the heart won't grieve over.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[sarcastically] You are quite wonderful the way you see room for improvement wherever you look. I never knew such reforming zeal.!

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
I take that as a compliment.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[drolly] I must have said it wrong.

Lady Mary Crawley:
How many times am I to be ordered to marry the man sitting next to me at dinner?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
As manytimes as it takes.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
[referring to Mary] She ought to marry. Talk to her.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
She never listens to me. If she did, she'd marry Matthew.

Daisy Robinson:
I was only trying to help!

Mrs. Patmore:
Oh, l - Judas was only trying to help, I suppose, when he brought the Roman soldiers to the Garden?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Poor darling!. She had to walk for miles. I don't think I'd have got down however lame the horse.

Lady Edith Crawley:
No, I don't believe you would.

[Lady Sybil has been to a political meeting in Ripon, much to her father's and grandmother's displeasure]

Lady Mary Crawley:
Sybil is entitled to her opinions.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
No. She isn't until she is married, then her husband will tell her what her opinions are.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Poor old Edith. We never seem to talk about her.

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
I'm afraid Edith will be the one to care for us in our old age.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
What a ghastly prospect!

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[referring to Mary] She reads too many novels. One way or another, everyone goes down the aisle with half the story hidden.

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
I hope you thanked Matthew properly.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I got them to make him some sandwiches.

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
That's not quite what I meant.

Lady Mary Crawley:
And he asked me to marry him.

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
Heavens, what did they put in them?

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
[to Cora when she learns about Pamuk] Well, I always thought this family might be approaching dissolution. I didn't know dissolution was already upon us.

Anna Smith:
[furious over O'Brien and Thomas framing Bates] You can't take it sittting down because you're not guilty of any wrong., and before it's over, I'm going to tell the world.

John Bates:
Are you? I'm not sure the world is listening.

Tom Branson:
[referring to Sybil's injury] I never would have taken her there. I may be a socialist, but I'm not a lunatic.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I'm not sure Papa knows the difference.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Does this mean you won't be presented next month?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Certainly not. Why should it?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Well I doubt I'd expect to curtsy to their majesties in June when I'd been arrested at a riot in May, but then I 'm old, things may be different now.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I think I owe you an apology after the way I spoke at dinner.

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
The next time you want to treat me like a naughty school girl you might do it in private, not in front of the servants.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
You're right, I'm sorry.

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
Of course it gave your mother her best evening since Christmas...

Mrs. Patmore:
What's wrong with you? You're always dozy, but tonight you make Sleeping Beauty seem alert!

Daisy Robinson:
I was just thinking.

Mrs. Patmore:
Oh blimey, button down the hatches.

Daisy Robinson:
I think I've let meself down.

Mrs. Patmore:
Well that'll be a new sensation.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I hope you know that really smart people sleep in separate rooms.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I always keep the dressing room bed made up so I at least pretend we sleep in separate rooms. Isn't that enough?

Lady Mary Crawley:
No. Never mind.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Cora] I come in peace.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
We can't have him assassinated. I suppose.

Lady Rosamund Painswick:
There's nothing like an English summer, is there?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Except an English winter.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Pregnant?

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
You needn't be quite so shocked.

Mrs. Bird:
[when Matthew asks her to help in Lord Grantham's kitchen as cook while Mrs. Patmore is away getting eye surgery] I'm surprised Lord Grantham knows that I exist, sir.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
First,,, electricity, now telephones. Sometimes I feel as if I were living in an H.G. Wells novel.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Mrs. Crawley when they realize Mary will not take Matthew despite the fact that he remains the heir to the title and estate] Your quarrel is with my daughter, Rosamund, and not with me. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
No one ever learned anything from a governess except for French, and how to curtsy.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
What more do you need?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I know those men of the moral high ground - if she won't say yes when he might be poor, he won't want her when he *will* be rich.

[last lines]

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
My lords, ladies, and gentlemen. May I have your attention, please? Because I very much regret to announce that we are now at war with Germany.

Charles Carson:
[picks up phone] Hello. This is Mr. Carson the butler of Downton Abbey. To whom am I speaking?

Operator:
[mumbling]

Charles Carson:
I'm not shouting! Who are you?

Operator:
[mumbling]

Charles Carson:
Ah, Mrs. Gaunt.

Operator:
And what number do you want?

Charles Carson:
No, I don't want to place a call.

Operator:
What were you doing, then?

Charles Carson:
I was practicing my answer.

Operator:
[mumbling]

Charles Carson:
Well, I daresay a lot of the things you do sound stupid to other people! [hangs up]

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I'm afraid your meddling has cost Mary the only decent offer she'll ever get.

Lady Rosamund Painswick:
I'm sorry, Mama, but you know me. I have to say what I think.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Why? Nobody else does.

Anna Smith:
Will you miss me?

John Bates:
Try not to miss me. It'll be good practice.

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
[to the Countess, whose maid has given notice] Oh, poor thing! Is there anything worse than losing one's maid?

Dr. Clarkson:
[referring to Cora's pregnancy] It's not unusual, Lord vis...

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Unusual? It's *biblical*!

John Bates:
[to the dining collective] War is on the way.

William Mason:
Then we'll have to face it, as bravely as we can.

Thomas Barrow:
Thank you, Mr. Cannon Fodder.

Thomas Barrow:
Ah, there'll be a war all right - it's time to prepare for it.

Anna Smith:
The country, do you mean?

Thomas Barrow:
No, me.

John Bates:
[to Thomas] You never disappoint.

Mrs. Patmore:
[after the phone rings] Oh my lord, listen to that - it's like the cry of a banshee.

Anna Smith:
[to John Bates] I didn't know a garden party was a spectator sport.

[Lady Mary is praying for the safe return of Matthew]

Lady Mary Crawley:
Dear Lord, I don't pretend to have much credit with you. I'm not even sure that you're there.

[she looks at a photograph of Matthew]

Lady Mary Crawley:
But if you are, and if I've ever done anything good, I beg you to keep him safe.

Anna Smith:
I know you. You're doing something gallant here, making a sacrifice for my honor, but I don't want you to. I don't care. Don't you understand? I don't care what people say. I'd live in sin with you. If she's threatening to ruin me, then let her. It's nothing to me. The only ruin that I recognize is to be without you!

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Good morning, Mama. This is very erly for you to be up and about.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
War makes early risers of us all.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I hate Greek drama where everything happens offstage.

Lady Edith Crawley:
[to Sybil] Why don't I drive you?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[sarcstically] She's taking enough chance with her life as it is.

Lady Edith Crawley:
Oh Granny...

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
What is this driving mania?

Matthew Crawley:
[to Thomas] War has a way of distinguishing between the things that matter and the things that don't.

Mrs. Patmore:
[in the kitchen] What in wonderland do you call that? I mean, I do not fully understand what you tried to do, milady.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Oh, I knew it wasn't supposed to look like this.

Mrs. Patmore:
No, milady, I would go so far as to say there's no food on the earth that's supposed to look like that.

Lady Edith Crawley:
[to Sybil] Why don't I drive you?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
She's taking enough chance with her life as it is.

Lady Edith Crawley:
.Oh Granny.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
What is this driving mania?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Goodbye, Sybil, and good luck with it all.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Thank you for being such a sport.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
It's a big step you're taking, dear, but war deals out strange tasks. Remember your great aunt Roberta.

Lady Mary Crawley:
What about her?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
She loaded the guns at Lakhnau.

[Lady Sybil and Isobel are proposing setting up a convalescent home at Downton Abbey]

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I think it's a *ridiculous* idea.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Why?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Because this is a house, not a hospital.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Granny, a convalescent home is where people rest and recuperate.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
But if there are relapses. What then? Amputation in the dining room? Rescuscitation in the pantry?

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
It would certainly be the most tremendous disturbance. If you knew how chaotic things are as it is.

Isobel Crawley:
But when there's so much good can be done.

[Violet stamps her stick on the floor]

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I forbid it! To have strange men prodding and prying around the house. To say nothing of pocketing the spoons. It's out of the question.

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
I hesitate to remind you, but this is my house now - Robert's and mine. *We* will make the decision.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[pause] Oh, I see. So now I'm an outsider... who need not be consulted.

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
Since you put it like that, yes.

[Lady Mary is saying goodbye to Sir Richard at the station]

Sir Richard Carlisle:
I want you to marry me.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Why?

Sir Richard Carlisle:
Because I think very highly of you.

Lady Mary Crawley:
"Very highly". Goodness.

Sir Richard Carlisle:
I mean it. I think we'd do well together. We could be a good team.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Now that sounds better. But I can't help thinking that tradition demands a *little* mention of love.

Sir Richard Carlisle:
Oh I can talk about "love" and "moon" and "June" and all the rest of it if you wish. But we're more than that. We're strong and sharp, and we can build something worth having, you and I, if you'll let us.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Your proposal is improving by leaps and bounds. You must give me some time, but I promise to think about it - properly.

Sir Richard Carlisle:
I'm counting on it.

[Sir Richard doffs his hat to Lady Mary and gets on the train]

Anna:
Ethel said you wanted me.

Molesley:
[diffidently] No, no. I just need a word with you.

Anna:
If it's about that book, I'm afraid...

Molesley:
No, no, it's not about the book.

Anna:
What is it then?

Molesley:
I understand that Mr Bates has gone... for good.

Anna:
Yes, I believe that's true.

Molesley:
So I was hoping... we might be able to see a little more of each other.

Anna:
Mr Molesley, I take this as a real compliment...

Molesley:
But it's not going to happen?

Anna:
No. You see, if you had a child, and that child was taken from you, if the child was sent to the moon, there'd never be one day when they were out of your thoughts, nor one moment when you weren't praying for their welfare, even if you knew you'd never see them again.

Molesley:
That's you and Mr Bates?

Anna:
That's me and Mr Bates. But thank you.

[Thomas is reading the blinded Lt. Courtenay's post aloud to him]

Thomas Barrow:
"Things cannot be as they were and, whatever you might think, Jack has your best interests at heart."

Lieutenant Edward Courtenay:
Stop.

Thomas Barrow:
Who's Jack?

Lieutenant Edward Courtenay:
My younger brother. He means to replace me. [laughs quietly] It's what he's always wanted.

Thomas Barrow:
[awkwardly] Yeah, well...

Lieutenant Edward Courtenay:
I'm sorry. I mustn't bore you.

Thomas Barrow:
[almost shyly] Don't let 'em walk all over you. You've got to fight your corner.

Lieutenant Edward Courtenay:
What with?

Thomas Barrow:
Your brain. You're not a victim, don't let them make you into one.

Lieutenant Edward Courtenay:
[with a sad smile] You know, when you talk like that, I almost believe you.

Thomas Barrow:
You should believe me. All my life they've... pushed me around... just 'cause I'm different.

Lieutenant Edward Courtenay:
How? Why are you different?

Thomas Barrow:
[glancing at him] Never mind. Look... look, I don't know if you're going to see again or not. But I do know you have to fight back.

[Edward places an affectionate hand on Thomas' knee, and Thomas covers his hand with his own]

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
The truth is neither here nor there. It's the look of the thing that matters.

Thomas Barrow:
Imagine Carson without a footman. Like a ringmaster without a pony.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[drolly, after a dinner guest gets food spilled on her and the butler suffers an apparent heart attack, to another guest] You'll find there's never a dull moment with this house.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[referring to Carson] He gave me some advice last night.

Anna:
Was it good advice?

Lady Mary Crawley:
He thinks I should say what I really feel.

Anna:
Sounds a bit wild for Mr. carson. Do you think he's right?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Well, they say that honesty's the best policy. I think you regret being honest less often than you regret telling lies.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I said I could drive the tractor.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Edith! You are a *lady*, not Toad of Toad Hall!

Lavinia Swire:
This room is so pretty. Has this house always been the Painswick's London home?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
There's no 'always' with the Painswicks, my dear. They were invented from scratch by my son-in-law's grandfather.

Lady Rosamund Painswick:
We bought the house when we were married.

Lavinia Swire:
You make Mr. Painswick sound rather a rough diamond, Lady Grantham.

Lady Rosamund Painswick:
Marmaduke wasn't a rough diamond was he, mama?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
No. He was just cut and polished comparatively recently.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Good. If anyone is to be in charge let it be our creature.

Isobel Crawley:
Why. Are you planning to divide his loyalties?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I wouldn't say I was planning on it.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
You take over every room in the house, you bark at me like a sergeant major and you give orders to my servants.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[authoritatively to Dr. Clarkson] Now I think perhaps I should make one thing clear. Downton is our house and our home and we will welcome in it any friends or relations we choose and if you do not care to accept that condition then I suggest you give orders for the nurses and the patients and the beds and the rest of it to be packed up and shipped out at once.

Isobel Crawley:
Who is that man? I hope he's not complaining.

Lady Edith Crawley:
Oh no. That's Captain Smiley. He hasn't an unkind bone in his body.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
What on earth's that about?

Lady Edith Crawley:
Don't worry. Major Holmes can be a little waspish but he wouldn't want to get us into trouble.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
How do you know so much about a pack of strangers?

Lady Edith Crawley:
They're not strangers to me.

Ethel Parks:
Did you say you were the manager or the referee?

Isobel Crawley:
One more thing. The dog. What can we do to stop Isis from getting into the patients bedrooms?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[authoritatively to Mrs. Crawley] I can answer that - absolutely nothing!

Matthew Crawley:
I cast you as Florence Nightingale?

Lady Mary Crawley:
We can't leave all the moral high ground to Sybil, she might get lonely there.

Matthew Crawley:
Mother does love a bit of authority. I suppose she's driving cousin Cora mad.

Lady Mary Crawley:
No names, no packdrill.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
What these men will need is rest and relaxation. Will that be achieved by mixing ranks and putting everyone on edge?

Lady Edith Crawley:
[to Edirth] Trust me. You have a talent that none of the rest of us have. Just find out what it is and use it. It's doing nothing that's the enemy

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
It's classic Rosamund. She's never so righteous as when she's wrong.

John Bates:
[sitting together at a table] I can t marry you yet, not legally, and I won't break the law.

Anna Smith:
It's not aginst the law to take a mistress, Mr. Bates.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I'm a woman, Mary. I can be as contrary as I choose.

Isobel Crawley:
[to Cora] It would be foolish to accuse you of being unprofessional since you've never had a profession in your life.

Lady Edith Crawley:
The men are putting on a concert.

Isobel Crawley:
Can I help?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Edith has it under control.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I do if Mary's willing.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Oh alright. One song and that's your lot.

Isobel Crawley:
What time is Dr Clarkson's round?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
It's already happened.

Isobel Crawley:
Without me? Why? I'm not very late.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
We didn't see the need to wait.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Mrs Hughes, I need to steal you for a minute. I have to check the linen books.

Isobel Crawley:
But I went over them last week.

Mrs. Hughes:
Very good milady, I'll get started.

Isobel Crawley:
But the patients are always served their luncheon at half past twelve.

Mrs. Patmore:
Well, today they'll be served at one.

Isobel Crawley:
May I have a word?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Can it wait?

Isobel Crawley:
No it cannot wait. I've just come from downstairs where I learned that my timetable has been wantonly disregarded.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
If you mean the new lunchtime, the wretched servants were having to eat at 11 and then starve until their tea at 6 so...

Isobel Crawley:
I also discovered that you tore up the nurses timetable.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
I haven't torn up anything.

Isobel Crawley:
Of course, it would be foolish to accuse you of being unprofessional since you've never had a profession in your life.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Now, just a minute...

Isobel Crawley:
You may think you have the right to ordain the universe, but in this field...

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
No, not in this field, in this house yes I do have the right given me by Dr Clarkson and by the law of the land. This is my house and I am in charge right alongside you and if you would stop your bullying...

Isobel Crawley:
That's enough. I will not listen to this. If I am not appreciated here I will seek some other place where I will make a difference.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Good.

Isobel Crawley:
I mean it. I cannot operate where I am not valued. You must see that.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Certainly.

Isobel Crawley:
I shall go. I will.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Perhaps it would be best.

Isobel Crawley:
I repeat. I mean it.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
I'm sure you do. And so do I.

Mrs. Hughes:
It was always a question of "when".

Lady Edith Crawley:
Ethel, have you nothing to do?

Major Charles Bryant:
I was keeping her talking. You mustn't blame her.

Lady Edith Crawley:
[coldly] I don't.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Are you quite sure about Lavinia?

Lady Mary Crawley:
She wasn't Sir Richard's mistress. She gave him the evidence to settle the debt of someone she loved.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
And this is your beau is it? A man who lends money then uses it to blackmail the recipient?

Lady Mary Crawley:
He lives in a tough world.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
And will you be joining him there?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Is it true they're fed from our kitchens?

Daisy Robinson:
Only the stuff the army gives.

Mrs. Patmore:
That's right. We only use the food the army pays for and all the men have served their country.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
[pause] In future, I would prefer it if you would use food paid for by the house. I don't want the army to accuse us of mismanagement.

Sarah O'Brien:
You mean you're going to let them get away with it?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Oh more than that. I'm going to help them and so are you. Molesley, if you bring that table across we can split the food and form two lines and it will go faster.

Ethel Parks:
...I'm ready for a new adventure, and I don't care who hears me.

Sarah O'Brien:
Well, you know what they say - be careful what you wish for.

Sarah O'Brien:
[as they exit the room she notices Bates' reaction to Thomas' bullying of Daisy] Watch yourself, Mr. Bates. Thomas is in charge now, and it won't do to get on the wrong side of him.

John Bates:
[dryly] Is there a right side?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[drolly sarcastic about converting Downton to a convalesent home] Oh, really it's living in a second-rate hotel, where the gates continue arriving, and no one seems to leave.

[William has only a few hours to live, after being gravely wounded in France. Lady Violet wants the local vicar to marry William and Daisy]

Reverend Travis:
This boy is in extremis. How can we know that these are his true wishes? Maybe the kitchenmaid somehow hopes to catch at an advantage.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
What advantage would that be?

Reverend Travis:
Some widow's dole given by a grateful nation.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Mr Travis, may I remind you? William Mason has served our family well. At the last he saved the life, if not the health, of my son's heir. Now he wishes, before he dies, to marry his sweetheart.

Reverend Travis:
Yes, but...

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
You cannot imagine that we would allow you to prevent this happening in case his widow claimed her dole?

Reverend Travis:
No, but...

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I have had an interest in this boy. I tried, and failed, to save him from conscription, but I will certainly attend his wedding. Is that an argument in its favour?

Reverend Travis:
Of course, but...

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Finally I would point out, your living is in Lord Grantham's gift. Your house is on Lord Grantham's land and the very flowers in your church are from Lord Grantham's garden. I hope it is not vulgar in me to suggest that you find some way to overcome your scruples.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[furious that Dr. Clarkson has denied a dying William entrance to Downton] It always happens when you give these little people power, it goes to their heads like strong drink.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[on telephone] Yes. Yes. The Minister. Well how many Marquesses of Flintshire are there? Is this an instrument of communication or torture? Hello? Shrimpie? It's Aunt Violet. Yes. Very well, very well. And Susan? Good. I won't beat about the bush, dear. Whom might we know on the board of Leeds General Infirmary?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
And has Lord Flintshire's order been acted on?

Hospital Doctor:
It has. There's an ambulance waiting although no-one quite knows how you managed it.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Would it make any difference if he stayed here, or are you just making him as comfortable as can be?

Hospital Doctor:
That's it. There's nothing more we can do for him.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
You see, sometimes we must let the blow fall by degrees. Give him time to find the strength to face it.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
[Matthew has arrived at the hospital] May I stay to settle him in?

Dr. Clarkson:
Very well.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I want to help too.

Dr. Clarkson:
Lady Mary, I appreciate your good intentions but I'm concerned that Captain Crawley's condition may be very distressing for you. Might I suggest that you hang back until the nurses have tidied him up a little?

Lady Mary Crawley:
I'm not much good at hanging back I'm afraid. I won't get in your way I promise. But I will stay. You have volunteers don't you? Well, that's what I am. A volunteer.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
I should wash him. This bit can be grim. Sometimes we have to cut off the clothes they've travelled in and there's bound to be a lot of blood.

Lady Mary Crawley:
How hot should the water be?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Warm more than hot.

John Bates:
[walking down the center church aisle as they go to pray together] You should have had a church wedding,

Anna Smith:
Don't be silly.

John Bates:
No, I mean it. You in a white dress, me looking like a fool.

Anna Smith:
I'd rather have the right man than the right wedding.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
What is it?

Tom Branson:
They shot the Czar and all his family.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
How terrible!

Tom Branson:
I'm sorry. I'll not deny it. I never thought they'd do it, but sometimes the future needs terricle sacrifices. You thought that once.

Tom Branson:
Sometimes a hard sacrifice must be made for a future that's worth havin'. That's all I'm sayin'. That's up to you.

Matthew Crawley:
I am the cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to me [from Rudyard Kipling's "Just So Stories"]. I have nothing to give, and nothing to share. And if you were Not engaged to be married, I wouldn't allow you anywhere near me.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I don't dislike him. I just don't like him, which is quite different.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
[to Mary and the Earl] I am an American. I don't share your English hatred of comfort.

Sarah O'Brien:
[snooping with a catty remark] You're always goin' up and down to London, Mr. Bates.

John Bates:
I have business in London.

Sarah O'Brien:
Well, judging by your expression, your busines doesn't seem to be too prosperous.

Anna Smith:
The trick of business is to mind your own.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[giving a toast to the household after the clock strikes eleven on Armistice Day] Thank you, everyone. Remember, this is not just the end of a long war but the birth of a new age. God bless us all!

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[sarcastically] All this unbridled joy has given me quite an appetite.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[about the War] Do you ever wonder what it was all for?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Let's hope the end of the War means the return of the footman, Mr. Crawley.

Tom Branson:
[about her leaving home to elope] You won't mind burning your bridges?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Mind? Fetch me the matches!

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Matthew] I would just say one thing. Marriage is a long business. There;s no getting out of it for our kind of people. Noe you may live forty - fifty years with one of these women. Just make sure you have selected the right one.

Matthew Crawley:
I know it's clich?, but I believe she died of a broken heart.

[during dinner, several of the Grantham family have been stricken with Spanish flu]

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Wasn't there a masked ball in Paris when cholera broke out? Half the guests were dead before they left the ballroom.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[sarcastically] Thank you, Mama. That's cheered us up no end.

[Matthew is listening to a song on the new gramophone. Mary joins him]

Lady Mary Crawley:
I don't know this one.

Matthew Crawley:
Actually I rather like it. I think it was in a show that flopped. "Zip Goes a Million" or something.

[Matthew holds out his arms. He and Mary start to dance]

Lady Mary Crawley:
Can you manage without your stick?

Matthew Crawley:
You *are* my stick.

Lady Mary Crawley:
*We* were a show that flopped.

Matthew Crawley:
God, Mary, I'm so, so sorry. You know how sorry I am.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Don't be. It wasn't anyone's fault. If it was, it was mine.

Matthew Crawley:
You know Cousin Violet came to me. Told me to marry you.

Lady Mary Crawley:
When was this?

Matthew Crawley:
A while ago. When we knew I would walk again.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Classic Granny. What did you say?

Matthew Crawley:
That I couldn't accept Lavinia's sacrifice of her life, her children, her future, and then give her the brush-off when I was well again. Well, I couldn't, could I?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Of course not.

Matthew Crawley:
How ever much I might want to.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Absolutely not.

[Matthew and Mary kiss tenderly as they continue to dance slowly]

Anna:
[to John Bates] I know only that I am now who I was meant to be.

Jane Moorsum:
[as he appears to offer her a piece of paper or his man in town after she tells him she intend to resign] You don't owe me anything.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
It's not for you; it's for Freddie. Let me give him a start in life.

Jane Moorsum:
I'm not sure.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
It would make me very happy.

Jane Moorsum:
If I thought that, then I'd take it gladly.

Jane Moorsum:
[after a pause Robert nods affirmatively] Will you be happy?... Will you?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I have no right to be unhappy, which is almost the same...

Jane Moorsum:
Almost. Not quite.

Mrs. Patmore:
[after rejecting Thomas's offer of help] Oooh, it's wonderful what fear can do to the human spirit.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I suppose you'll be going to Dublin now?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
In a day or two. Mama is well again and I see no reason to delay. Though I do wish we could have parted friends.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Do you wish to part friends?

Tom Branson:
I do. Though I don't expect it.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
All right.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
What?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Well, if I can't stop you I see no point in a quarrel. It'll be a very different life to the one you might have had but if you're sure it's what you want.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
I am.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Then you may take my blessing with you. Whatever it may mean.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Oh, Papa! It means more than anything! More than anything!

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
If you mistreat her, I will personally have you torn to pieces by wild dogs.

Tom Branson:
I'd expect nothing less.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Will you come over for the wedding?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
We'll see, we'll talk about that later. And there'll be some money but not much.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I used to think Mary's beau was a m?salliance but compared to this he's positively a Hapsburg.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
She's so slight a real necklace would flatten her.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Don't worry - your turn will come.

Lady Edith Crawley:
Will it? Or am I just to be the maiden aunt? Isn't this what they do? Arrange presents for their prettier relations?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Don't be defeatist dear, it's very middle class.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Would someone please tell me what's going on, or have we all stepped through the looking glass?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
What on earth is it?

Lavinia Swire:
A gramophone. Some cousins of mine have given it to us.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
You should stand well clear when you light the blue touch paper.

Matthew Crawley:
[jokingly to Isobel as Matthew leans for support on Lavinia] She's just sucking up, Mother.

Lavinia Swire:
[good-naturedly] Any bride who doesn't suck up to her husband's mother is a fool.

Matthew Crawley:
[leaning on Mary while alluding to his cane] Can you manage without your stick?

Matthew Crawley:
You are my stick.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[referring to Sybil] She's a wonderful nurse and she's worked very hard, but in the process she's forgotten who she is.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Has she, Robert, or have we overlooked who she really is?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[despairing] God Almighty, how can this be? My whole life gone over a cliff in the course of a single day!

[to Tom Branson, who he has just asked to be his best man]

Matthew Crawley:
If we're mad enough to take on the Crawley girls, we have to stick together.

[Violet has just had a very catty conversation with Martha Levinson, Cora's mother]

Lady Edith Crawley:
There you are. I see you've said hello to Grandmama.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
She is like a homing pigeon. She finds our underbelly every time... Dreadful woman!

[Matthew and Mary had a row on the night before their wedding, and then kissed and made up. Now Mary walks down the aisle to join Matthew at the altar]

Matthew Crawley:
[last lines - whispers] You came. To be honest, I wasn't completely sure you would.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[whispers] I'm glad to hear it. I should hate to be predictable.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Nothing succeeds like excess.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Are you really telling me that all the money is gone?

George Murray:
I'm afraid so.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
The lion's share of Cora's fortune? [Murray nods yes]

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I won't give in, Murray. I've sacrificed too much to Downton to give in now. I refuse to be the failure - the earl who dropped the torch and let the flame go out.

George Murray:
I hate to state the obvious, but if there's not enough money to run it, Downton must go... unless you break it up and sell it off piece-meal.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I couldn't do that; I have a duty beyond saving my own skin. The estate must be a major employer and support the house, or there's no point to it - to any of it.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Are you really that tall?

Alfred Nugent:
Yes, m'lady.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I thought you might have been walking on stilts.

Matthew Crawley:
You must think country life more exciting than it is if you imagine people don't care when an earl's daughter runs off with a chauffeur.

Isobel Crawley:
Well, the fact remains she has run off with the chauffeur, and they'll have to get used to it.

Anna Bates:
[to Bates about his new cellmate] Well, just remember what my mother used to say, 'Never make an enemy by accident.'

John Bates:
[concerning Anna's unceasing efforts on his belalf] Haven't you anything better to do?

Anna Bates:
I have not because I'd rather work to get you free than dine with the King at Buckingham Palace.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[discussing the iminent wedding] The family must never be a topic of conversation.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
I'm afraid Sybil's already made the Crawleys a permanent topic.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
All the more reason if we can show the county he can behave normally, they will soon lose interest with him, and I shall make sure he behaves normally because I shall hold his hand on the radiator until he does.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Cora] I'm so looking forward to seeing your mother again. When I'm with her I'm reminded of the virtues of the English.

Matthew Crawley:
But isn't she American?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Exactly.

Mrs. Patmore:
You're called my assistant now and you've seven extra shillings every month.

Daisy Mason:
You've still kept me here with a dishonest representation.

Mrs. Patmore:
Oh dear, have you swallowed a dictionary?

Larry Grey:
[ref. Tom out of evening wear] Did they lose your suitcase on the way over? How maddening for you.

Tom Branson:
No, my suitcase arrived safely, thank you, along with my manners.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Hello Mama, can I tempt you to one of these new cocktails?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I don't think so - they look too exciting for so early in the evening...

Tom Branson:
I'm glad to find you here because I want to apologize for last night.

Isobel Crawley:
Oh there's no need, we know it was not your fault.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
You weren't the first drunk in that dining room, I can assure you.

Tom Branson:
Only the first Republican

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Well, you've got me there.

Isobel Crawley:
We've asked Moseley to look out Matthew's old morning coat, He's confident he can make it fit.

Tom Branson:
That's very kind, ladies, but, you see, I don't approve of these costumes. I see them as the uniform of oppression, and I should be uncomfortable wearing them.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Are you quite finished?

Tom Branson:
I have.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Good. Please take off your coat.

Matthew Crawley:
What's going on?

Tom Branson:
They're forcing me into a morning coat.

Matthew Crawley:
He has no say in it ?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
No, he doesn't, and nor do you.

Martha Levinson:
Oh dear - I'm afraid the war has made old women of us both.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh, I wouldn't say that, but then I always keep out of the sun.

Martha Levinson:
Tell me, what do you think of young Lochinbar who has so ably carried off our granddaughter - and our money - do you approve of him?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
The groom *never* sees the bride the night before the wedding.

Martha Levinson:
Nothing ever alters for you people, does it. Revolutions erupt and monarchies crash to the ground, and the groom still cannot see the bride before the wedding.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
You Americans never understand the importance of tradition.

Martha Levinson:
Yes we do. We just don't give it power over us... history and tradition took Europe into a world war. Maybe you should think about letting go of its hand.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Robert upon the arrival of weekend visitors] No guest should be admitted without the date of their departure settled.

[talking about Martha Levinson who is being insufferable]

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[whispers] Just how long is she here for?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[whispers] Who knows.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[whispers] No guest should be admitted without the date of their departure being settled.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[whispers] You won't get any argument from me.

Lady Mary Crawley:
What do you think?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Nothing succeeds like excess.

[after all Robert's evening-dress shirts have gone missing, he is forced to come down to dinner in a black tie and white shirt, much to the horror of the ladies]

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[glancing at Robert, while flustered] Do you think I might have a drink?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[looking more closely at Robert] Oh, I'm so sorry. I thought you were a waiter.

Martha Levinson:
I'm sorry I can't help you keep Downton, Robert.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[in a moment of realization] That's what Mary wanted. Ah, I thought there was something.

Martha Levinson:
You know the way to deal with the world today is not to ignore it. If you do, you'll just get yourself hurt...

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Sometimes I feel like a creature in the wilds whose natural habitat is gradually being destroyed.

Martha Levinson:
Some animals adapt to new surroundings. It seems a better choice than extinction.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I don't think it is a choice. I think it's what's in you.

Martha Levinson:
Well, let's hope what's in you will carry us through these times to a safer shire.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[referring to their new roadsterr as they deive down the library to to Downton] Who will groan first when they see it: Granny or Papa?

Matthew Crawley:
I shall think they shall howl at the moon in unison.

Mrs. Hughes:
[walking down the hall with Miss Patmore under the spectre of breast cancer] One day I will die and so will he and you and every one of us under this roof.

Mrs. Hughes:
[she sighs] You must put these things in proportion, Mrs. Patmore, and I think I can do that now.

Mrs. Patmore:
If you must pay money, better to a doctor than an undertaker.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
No guest should be admitted without the date of their departure settled.

Mrs. Patmore:
[ref. Mrs. Levinson's meal] Ah, she ate it then? I'm never sure about Americans and offal.

Alfred Nugent:
She'll eat anything you out in front of her, that one - what a gob. I thought Mr. Carson was going to put a bag over her head.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
You don't have to give money after every conversation, Mother.

Martha Levinson:
No? Isn't that what the English expect of rich Americans?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[commenting on Strallan's look of dread as he waits for Edith at the altar] He looks as though he's waiting for a beating from the headmaster.

Reverend Travis:
Do you think I should reassure him?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
How? He's done it before, so he must be in possession of all the facts.

Reverend Travis:
Perhaps the first Lady Strallan was difficult act to follow.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
...or a difficult one to repeat.

Daisy Mason:
[to Moseley dreading O'Brien's wrath] You're in the soup. I wouldn't be in her bad books for a gold clock.

Anna Bates:
[trying to comfort] What would you like me to get you?

Lady Edith Crawley:
[despairing] A different life.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Sybil, vulgarity is no substitute for wit.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Edith] I really think you should go to bed - no bride wants to look tired at her wedding. It either means she's anxious, or been up to no good.

Mr. Carson:
[Mrs. Hughes has just purchased an electric toaster] Is it not enough that we are sheltering a dangerous revolutionary, Mrs. Hughes? Could you not have spared me *that*?

Mr. Carson:
But Alfred is very good, you know. He's very willing. Even if he is Miss O'Brien's nephew. [leaves]

Matthew Crawley:
[to Mary] Clearly, nothing worse could be said of any man.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Thank you, my dear. That's very kind. How much do I owe you?

Lady Edith Crawley:
A guinea.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
A guinea? For a bottle of scent? Did he have a mask and a gun?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I worry about you. That sort of thing is so horrid.

Lady Edith Crawley:
Being jilted at the altar, yes, it is horrid.

Archbishop of York:
I don't want to sound anti-Catholic.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Why not? I am.

Archbishop of York:
Not in any real way, I'm sure.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I don't want thumb screws or the rack, but there always seems to be something of Johnny Foreigner about the Catholics.

Tom Branson:
They turned everyone out of the castle - Lord and Lady John Guillamore, their sons, and all the servants, and then they set fire to it.

Lady Edith Crawley:
What a tragedy.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Well, rather yes and no, that house *was* hideous... of course that is no excuse.

Tom Branson:
Those places are different for me. I don't look at them and see charm and gracious living - I see something horrible.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
With Drumgold Castle, I rather agree.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Mama, you are *not* helping.

Matthew Crawley:
So what was the deal you managed to extract from the Home Secretary?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
They don't want to make a martyr of him [Tom] , and with Sybil, they think they could have another Maud Gonne on their hands, or Lady Gregory, or worse if they're not careful.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Lady Gregory, Countess Markievicz - why are the Irish rebels so well born?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Whatever the reason, I don't want Lady Sybil Branson to join their ranks. Mercifully, neither do the Irish authorities.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
What do you mean, you wrote to a newspaper? No lady writes to a newspaper!

Lady Edith Crawley:
What about Lady Sarah Wilson? She's the daughter of a duke, and she worked as a war journalist

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Well, she's a Churchill. The Churchills are different

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
I think Granny's right.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Can somebody write that down?

Lady Mary Crawley:
[re: handsome new footman James] Well done Carson - that must have cheered up the maids.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
He looks like a footman in a musical revue.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[confronting his daughter's death] But this can't be! She's 24 years. This cannot be!

Mrs. Hughes:
[to Thomas and Anna over Sybil's death, teary-eyed] Don't mind me. The sweetest spirit under this roof is gone, and I'm weepin' myself.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I'm always on your side. But you've lost on this one.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Is it over? When one loses child, it is never really over.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Robert] My dearest boy, there is no test on earth greater than the one you have been put to. I do nut speak much of the heart since it seldom helps to do so - but I know well enough the pain when it is broken.

Mrs. Patmore:
[exasperated to Ethel] Anyone who has the use of their limbs can make a salmon mousse!

Dr. Clarkson:
[the Dowager is trying to convince him to persuade Cora and Robert there was no chance to save Sybil] so, you want me to talk to them and say there was no chance at all.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
*Lie* is so unmusical a word. I want you to review the evidence honestly and without bias,

Dr. Clarkson:
Even to ease suffering, I could never justify telling an outright *lie*.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Have we *nothing* in common?

Charles Carson:
You can talk as tough as you like. I know you won't abandon me.

Mrs. Hughes:
Well, then, why doesn't that thought make you kinder?

Charles Carson:
Because I am who I am, Mrs. Hughes.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Robert, people like us are *never* unhappily married.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
What do we do if we are?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Well, in those moments, a couple is unable to see as much of each other as they would like.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I do not speak much of the heart, since it's seldom helpful to do so.

Daisy Mason:
No farmer is his own boss - he takes his orders from the sun and the snow and the wind and the rain.

[to the other servants]

Alfred Nugent:
They're showing a film tonight in the village hall. "Way Down East". It's about a wronged woman who survives in the wilderness through her own wits and courage.

Sarah O'Brien:
[grimly] Blimey! They've stolen my life story!

[the estate manager has resigned because of Matthew's proposed changes, and Cora and Violet suggest that Robert offers the job to Tom]

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I'll do it on one condition - no, two. First, Matthew must agree.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
He will.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Second, you will both admit it when you realise you were wrong.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh, well, that is an easy caveat to accept, because I'm *never* wrong.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[Edith is considering writing for a newspaper] Mama, talk to her. Talk to all of them. Say something sensible.

Isobel Crawley:
Yes, let's hear how a woman's place is in the home.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I do think a woman's place is eventually in the home, but I see no harm in her having some fun before she gets there.

Lady Edith Crawley:
Oh Granny! Thank you!

Isobel Crawley:
[to Violet] Have you changed your pills?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[chuckles]

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
And another thing. I mean, Edith isn't getting any younger. Perhaps she isn't cut out for domestic life.

Lady Edith Crawley:
[sighs]

Charles Carson:
Human nature is a funny business, isn't it?

Mrs. Hughes:
[sarcastically] Now why didn't the poets come to you, Mr. Carson? They'd have saved themselves a lot of time and trouble.

Charles Carson:
Welcome back, Mr. Bates. I've waited a long time to say that.

George Murray:
...the third Earl nearly went bankrupt, the 4th only saved the estate by dying, and what would you all have done in the '90s without Lady Grantham's money?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I say, Murray, when I asked you to say what you think, I didn't mean to be taken literally.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[to Cora and the Dowager about acceding to their request to put Tom in charge of the estate] Second, you will both admit it when you realize you were wrong.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh, well, that is an easy caveat to accept because I'm never wrong.

Tom Branson:
My brother's comin' over. He'll stay in the village.

Lady Mary Crawley:
No, he won't. He'll stay here

Tom Branson:
He's a bit of a diamond in the rough.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I'm very fond of diamonds.

Lady Mary Crawley:
It seems a pity that even in this pretty little village peole can be so unforgiving.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Some people are unforgiving. Others are insensitive,

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
One forgets about parenthood. The on-and-on-ness of it.

Isobel Crawley:
Were you a very involved mother with Robert and Rosamund?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Does it surprise you?

Isobel Crawley:
A bit. I'd imagined them surrounded by nannies and governesses, being starched and ironed to spend an hour with you after tea.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Yes, but it was an hour *every day*.

Isobel Crawley:
[momentarily lost for words] I see, yes. How tiring!

[Matthew, Edith and Lady Rosamund Painswick follow Rose to a jazz club in Soho, London]

Matthew Crawley:
This is like the outer circle from Dante's Inferno!

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[Commenting on Barrow's attempt to kiss James] I mean if I shouted blue murder every time someone tried to kiss me at Eaton I'd have gone hoarse in a month.

Lady Rose MacClare:
[after he's promised to keep secret her affair with a married man] Why are you helping me?

Matthew Crawley:
[sarcastically] I'm on the side of the downtrodden.

Charles Carson:
[catching O'Brien spying] Come along, Miss O'Brien. Time to stop eavesdropping and do some work.

John Bates:
[getting their run-down cottage liveable] What do they call extreme optimism?

Anna Bates:
They call it making the best of things, and that is what we'll do.

Tom Branson:
You won't make a gentleman of me, you know. You an teach me to fish to ride to shoot, but I'll still be an Irish mick in my heart.

Matthew Crawley:
So I should hope.

Thomas Barrow:
[leaving the room] I am not foul, Mr. Carson. I am not the same as you, but I am not foul.

Charles Carson:
Yes, very well... We've spoke enough on this subject.

Isobel Crawley:
[re Rose's visit] I couldn't manage an 18 yr old, not these days - I wouldn't know what she was talking about !

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
My husband was a great traveler, so I've spent many happy evenings without understanding a word. The thing is to keep smiling and *never* look as if you disapprove.

Isobel Crawley:
I'm not going to drive Mary mad by interfering.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
It's the job of grandmothers to interfere!

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[referring to Mary and Matthew] She loved him very much, and the price of great love is great misery when one of you die,

Tom Branson:
I know that.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[realizing Tom is a widower] Of course you do. I'm sorry.

Isobel Crawley:
I'm grateful, but you see when your only child dies, you see you're not a mother anymore... you're not really anything really and that's what I'm trying to get used to.

Lady Edith Crawley:
You're a grandmother, and I know you're going to be a wonderful one.

Charles Carson:
[referring to Grigg] I - i just don't want you to waste your energy and kindmess on an unworthy recipient.

Isobel Crawley:
I understand, but you see, Carson, I'd almost forgotten I had energy and kindness in me. so that's something, isn't it?

Lady Mary Crawley:
[morosely] The truth is I don't think I'm going to be a very good mother.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Why not?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Because somehow with Matthew's death, all the softness that he found in me seems to have dried up and drained away.

Charles Carson:
[talking about his show business sweetheart, whose picture Mrs. Hughrs has seen] People drift in and out of your life, don't they? Truth to tell, I feel she treated me badly. What does it matter, anyway? We shout and scream and wail and cry, but in the end we must all die.

Mrs. Hughes:
[sarcastically] Well, that's cheered me up. Thank you. Now I'll get on with my work.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Robert in a sarcastic, chiding way] When you talk like that, I'm tempted to ring for Nanny and have you put to bed with no supper.

Mrs. Patmore:
[to Ivy about Jimmy] There's nothing as changeable as a young man's heart. Take hope and a warning from that.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[correcting Tom on how to address a noblewoman] Don't call her "Your Grace."

Tom Branson:
I thought it was correct.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
For a servant or an official at a ceremony, but in a social situation call her "Duchess."

Tom Branson:
But why don't I call you "Countess?"

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Certainly not!

Tom Branson:
There's no logic in it.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
If I were to ever search for logic I wouldn't look for it among the English upper class.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I'm afraid Tom's small talk is very small indeed!

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Not everyone can be Oscar Wilde.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
That's a relief!

Lady Mary Crawley:
[to Anna] Sometimes I don't know whom I'm most in mourning for - Matthew or the person I used to be when I was with him.

Terence Sampson:
You think you're so holy, don't you?

Michael Gregson:
I have won against a card sharp. There is pleasure in that. [as he leaves the room, he pats Sampson on the back and laughs]

Mr. Carson:
The business of life is the acquisition of memories. In the end, that's all there is.

John Bates:
[Speaking of his wife's unexplained recent distance:] She says it is nothing I have done, but how can I believe that? Must be my fault, because she is incapable of fault.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
There is no such thing as a marriage between two intelligent people that does not sometimes have to negotiate thin ice. I know. You must wait until things become clear. And they will. The damage cannot be irreparable when a man and a woman love each other as much as you do. [pauses] My goodness that was strong talk for an Englishman.

Thomas Barrow:
What's the matter with everyone this merry morn?

Mr. Carson:
I always think there's something rather foreign about high spirits at breakfast.

Isobel Crawley:
But it's immoral to react in such a jealous and selfish way.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
If we only had moral thoughts, what would the churchmen find to do?

Anthony Gillingham:
[to Mary] I've made a long journey to ask you a short question: Will you marry me?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Papa, you are always saying that we're not the owners of Downton, but the carretakers. Very well, let's take care of it.

Mrs. Hughes:
[referrring to Bates and Anna's refusal to report her rape] But the poor man's heart is broken. for not knowing.

Mrs. Hughes:
Better a broken heart than a broken neck.

Evelyn Napier:
Is this your first experience of jazz, Lady Crawley?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh, is that what it is? [pause] Do you think that any of them know what the others are playing?

Isobel Crawley:
How you hate to be wrong.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I wouldn't know, I'm not familiar with the sensation.

Mr. Carson:
You're nervous because you're intelligent, Alfred. Only stupid people are foolhardy.

Anna Bates:
...But I'm spoiled for you. And I can never be unspoiled.

John Bates:
You are not spoiled. You're made higher to me, and holier because of the suffering you've been put through. You are my wife, and I have never been prouder, nor loved you more than I love you now at this moment.

Anna Bates:
Truly?

John Bates:
Truly.

Mrs. Hughes:
[discussing her keeping her rape secret] I don't know why you must be so hard on Mr. Bates. At least you know there'll be no baby.

Anna Bates:
No.

Mrs. Hughes:
Then can't you start to get past it and tell him something?

Anna Bates:
He'd know it if it wasn;t the truth. He sees through me. He can read me like a book/

Isobel Crawley:
[tryimg to get young Pegg employment as an apprentice gardener] Then will you take young Pegg? He impressed me so favorably.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[sarcastically] I wonder your halo doesn't grow heavy. It must be like wearing a tiara around the clock.

Mrs. Patmore:
Ooh, I like that Rudolph Valentino. Oh, he makes me shiver all over.

Charles Carson:
What a very disturbing thought.

Isobel Crawley:
How you hate to be wrong.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I wouldn't know. I'm not familiar with the sensation.

Ivy Stuart:
Aren't you going to say you're sorry?

Alfred Nugent:
Certainly not! He may not have taken this, or he may have sneaked it into the maid's bucket when we weren't looking.

Ivy Stuart:
[sighs] How you hate to be wrong.

Alfred Nugent:
I wouldn't know.I'm not familiar with the sensation.

Lady Mary Crawley:
A penny for your thought.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
You'd pay twice that not to know then.

Lady Mary Crawley:
It's not your fault. It's mine,

Lady Mary Crawley:
If there's anything I could do.

Lady Mary Crawley:
It's not your fault; it's mine.

Lady Edith Crawley:
Did I read somewhere that your friend Lord Gillingham is engaged to be married?

Ivy Stuart:
Yes, to Miss Lane Fox.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I hope you don't mind... I should so hate for you to be unhappy.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I'm not unhappy I'm just not guite ready to be happy.

Mrs. Patmore:
To be young is to have your heart broken.

Evelyn Napier:
I gather you were the heroine of the pig drama.

Lady Mary Crawley:
So I'm not aloof, now.

Evelyn Napier:
Not a bit, mucking in with the best of them. The only trouble for me... well... it's increased the competition.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[Raises eyebrows and turns away looking annoyed, exhaling deeply] Hhughhhh.

Dr. Clarkson:
[acknowledging Violet's graciousness in recognixing Isobel's selflesnes in nursing her] You will be rewarded in Heaven.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[tomgue in cheek] The sooner the better.

Sarah Bunting:
[walking down the stairs after the lecture] I' sorry about that earlier. You can't blame him for having a bit of fun.

Tom Branson:
There won't be much fun for them after the election.

Sarah Bunting:
What do you care if you're a socialist?

Tom Branson:
I'm not sure what I am except a man in search of a better world.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[referring to the substitution of Thomas for Bates as the Earl's valet on his New York trip] But Thomas was your valet the time Bates was in prison. He knows how you like things done.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Well, suppose he doesn't want to go?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Why wouldn't he? It's an adventure... all those handsome stewards strutting down the boat deck.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Don't be vulgar. What do you know of such matters.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[tomgue in cheek] I've been married. I know everything.

Isobel Crawley:
I'm a feeble substitute for the entire Crawley family.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[sarastically] Mmm, yes, but you're better than nothing.

Isobel Crawley:
[sarcastically] How warming you make that sound!

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
No life is rewarding if you think too much about it;

Joseph Molesley:
[referring to Thomas' New York trip] How was it?

Thomas Barrow:
Interesting. Very modern and very intersting. How's it been here?

Jimmy Kent:
Not very intereting and not very modern.

Sarah Bunting:
[referring to the Crawleys] It makes me take a kinder view of the family.

Tom Branson:
What do you have against them?

Sarah Bunting:
Nothing, but as a rule I don't usually warm to their type.

Tom Branson:
I don't believe in types. I believe in people.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[referring to Rosamund's old French teacher] Poor mademoiselle. Her life was full of complications.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[after a heated exchange between Lord Grantham and Sarah Bunting at a dinner party celebrating his and Cora's 34th wedding anniversary] If you can all put your swords away, perhaps we can finish our dinner in a civilized manner.

Isobel Crawley:
But I admire it when young people stand up for their principles.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Principles are like prayers; noble, of course, but awkward at a party.

Mr. Carson:
Is everything satisfactory, M'Lord?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
No, it isn't! And can you please keep Moseley in the kitchens until his hair stops turning blue?

Mrs. Hughes:
I gather from Mr Moseley, you gave the good news to His Lordship?

Mr. Carson:
This is correct.

Mrs. Hughes:
How did you get them to agree?

Mr. Carson:
I said I wouldn't serve if they didn't make him patron.

Mrs. Hughes:
And have you told him that?

Mr. Carson:
He doesn't need to know everything, Mrs Hughes. Nobody has to know everything.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I don't envy you, I'm not good at abroad.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Tell your friend Bricker to stop flirting with Isis. There is nothing more ill-bred than trying to steal the affections of someone else's dog.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[after hearing HM King George V's radio broadcast, the very first for a royal] A king on the wireless!

Charles Carson:
I prefer to think of him on the throne, milord.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Do you ever think of the war?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
What do you mean?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
How it was, when the girls were working with the officers and I was running everything, with Barrow.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I don't remember Mary doing much.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Sometimes I find myself thinking how busy we were, how useful.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
You can't wish those days back again.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Well, I wouldn't admit it outside this room.

Isobel Crawley:
Surely servants are human beings too.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Yes, but preferably only on their days off.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
An unlucky friend is tiresome enough; an unlucky acquaintance is intolerable.

Isobel Crawley:
You're all heart.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
If I was seduced by a man, I would not let any grass grow under his feet, if he offered to do the decent thing.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I wasn't seduced, granny.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
A young woman of good family who finds herself in the bed of a man who is not her husband has invariably been seduced.

Lady Mary Crawley:
She couldn't have gone to bed with him of her own free will?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
*Not* if she was the daughter of an earl.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
In my day a lady was incapable of feeling physical attraction until she'd been instructed to do so by her mama.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I don't believe that.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Seriously, my dear, you have to take control of your feelings before they take control of you.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I won't take sides, it's true. But I don't think I could ever be described as "neutral".

Prince Kuragin:
Do they help the losing side in any revolution?

Prince Kuragin:
When you go through a storm like ours, you give up hope quite early on in the proceedings.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I agree - hope is a tease, designed to prevent us accepting reality.

Isobel Crawley:
Oh, you only say that to sound clever.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Yes, I know. You should try it.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I never take sides in a broken marriage.

Hugh 'Shrimpie' MacClare, Marquess of Flintshire:
Why is that?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Because however much the couple may strive to be honest, no one is ever in possession of the facts.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Ellen Terry has nothing on you when it comes to stringing out a moment.

Mrs. Hughes:
[re: Carson's investment advice] Then why did you ask him?

Mrs. Patmore:
Because he's a man, I suppose.

Mrs. Hughes:
I'm not sure that's a good enough reason.

Mrs. Patmore:
Nor am I, now...

Dr. Clarkson:
Harsh reality is always better than false hope.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
All this endless thinking. It's very overrated... I blame the war. Before 1914 nobody thought about anything at all.

Prince Kuragin:
You think to be unhappy in a marriage is ill-bred.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
You do know me, Igor, that I must concede.

Lady Mary Crawley:
...I only want what you want.

Mabel Lane Fox:
Which is?

Lady Mary Crawley:
For you and Tony to walk into the sunset together

Mabel Lane Fox:
Then why turn up looking like a cross between a Vogue fashion plate and a case of dynamite?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Well I can't make it too easy for him

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
If anything happens to Edith and Cora learns later we knew all along, she would never forgive us... and I wouldn't blame her. You see, as a mother it is her right.

Lady Rosamund Painswick:
But you don't plan to tell Robert. He *is* Edith's father.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
He's a man. Men don't have rights.

Mabel Lane Fox:
Happiness is a matter of choice. Some people choose to be happy, and others select a course that leads only to frustration and disappointment.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Mary] A lack of compassion can be as vulgar as tears.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I always forget how much I enjoy London.

Tom Branson:
You should go up more often, take an interest in your publishing. You should get involved in the running of the business. You're clever, and a good writer; they're lucky to have you.

Lady Edith Crawley:
Mary always talks like she's the only one who'll miss you when you go, but you know I will, too.

Tom Branson:
And I'll miss you.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I realized today what it is about Marigold that keeps catching my eye.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Oh yes, what's that?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
She reminds me of Michael Gregson. Just tell me if I'm wrong.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
You're not wrong. Don't tell Edith you've guessed.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Why not? It certainly makes things a good deal clearer than they were.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Just don't, not yet. Mary doesn't know either, nor Tom. Please let it be Edith's secret a little while longer.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Very well. I must admit, it's an unusual sensation to realize there's a secret in this house I'm actually privy to. But I'll be silent if you wish.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
And you'll love her, your new granddaughter?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
As a matter of fact, and perhaps to my surprise, I rather think I will.

Lady Rosamund:
[to Edith] What is your future? Hanging around Downton, being sniped at by Mary?

Mrs. Hughes:
I hadn't fully considered all the aspects of marriage, of what I was getting into.

Mrs. Patmore:
I don't understand. What aspects? You know each other better than most couples at the start. [They exchange glances] Oh, my Lord. You mean...?

Mrs. Hughes:
Yes. That is precisely what I mean.

Mrs. Patmore:
Well, there's nothing so terrible about it, is there? So they say. I wouldn't know, of course.

Mrs. Hughes:
Mrs. Patmore, look at me. I'm a woman in late middle age.

Mrs. Patmore:
Oh, don't say 'late'.

Mrs. Hughes:
I was not bad looking as a girl, if you can believe it.

Mrs. Patmore:
Very easily.

Mrs. Hughes:
But these days? I'm not sure I can let him see me as I am now.

Mrs. Patmore:
Perhaps you can keep the lights off.

Mrs. Hughes:
That is NOT helpful, Mrs. Patmore.

Mrs. Patmore:
Well, won't he feel the same? I mean, no one's clapped eyes on him without his togs for years, except the doctor.

Mrs. Hughes:
Good point. Very good point!

Charles Carson:
Tell her this, Mrs. Patmore. That, in my eyes, she is beautiful.

Mrs. Patmore:
I see.

Charles Carson:
You say she asks if I want a 'full' marriage and the answer is yes, I do. I want a real marriage, a true marriage, with everything that that involves. And I hope I do not ask the indelicate when I send you back to relay this message.

Mrs. Patmore:
Don't worry about me.

Charles Carson:
I love her, Mrs. Patmore. I am happy and tickled and bursting with pride that she would agree to be my wife. And I want us to live as closely as two people can, for the time that remains to us on earth.

Mrs. Patmore:
Well, you couldn't make it any clearer. I'll say that for you.

Mrs. Hughes:
Did you manage to raise the subject?

Mr. Carson:
His Lordship brought it up.

Mrs. Hughes:
How did he take it when you refused?... You didn't refuse, did you?

Mr. Carson:
It was difficult. Lady Mary feels that it's only right that my marriage is celebrated in the house.

Mrs. Hughes:
And heaven forfend we lowly folk should do anything to contradict the blessed Lady Mary!

Mr. Carson:
That's not like you.

Mrs. Hughes:
It is very like me. I want my own wedding to be done in my own way. Is that so outlandish?

Mr. Carson:
It's my wedding too.

Mrs. Hughes:
But I am the bride. We'll be doing it your way for the next 30 years, I know that well enough. But the wedding day is mine.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
My facts are the true facts.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
There will be wigs on the green.

Mrs. Hughes:
But this is our day, Milady. It's about Charles Carson and Elsie Hughes. And not about this glorious house or the glorious people who have lived in it. Just us, and that's the way I'd like to celebrate it.

Cora, Countess of Grantham:
I couldn't understand more, Mrs Hughes.

Isobel Crawley:
I hope we'll be invited.

Mrs. Hughes:
Of course you will all be invited. We'd be honoured if you come. But it would be our day, celebrated in our way.

Mr. Carson:
Has tea gone up?

Mrs. Patmore:
Not yet, O Great One.

Mr. Carson:
Before we take our seats, I believe, as the groom, that I have the right to a few words. I will not be prolix, but it must be right that I mark that I am the happiest and luckiest of men. That a woman of such grace and charm should entrust her life's happiness to my unworthy charge passeth all understanding. To my wonderful bride.

Mrs. Hughes:
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish and to obey, 'til death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance.

Mr. Carson:
With this ring, I thee wed. With my body, I thee worship. All my worldly goods, I thee endow, in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost, Amen.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I will be off.

Robert, Earl of Grantham:
Why not stay and say Hello?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh... I have a feeling Cora and I will be saying hello rather less than... en garde!... in the next few weeks.

Tom Branson:
Are you annoyed we've given Yew Tree Farm to Mr. Mason?

Lady Mary Crawley:
I'm annoyed you fixed it while I was in London. But no, he's a good man, and I hear pigs are his speciality.

Tom Branson:
No wonder you were convinced.

Robert, Earl of Gratham:
[He sees Edith reading a letter] Good news?

Lady Edith Crawley:
Oh, it's just a friend. He's going to be in London and he wants to meet up.

Robert, Earl of Gratham:
He?

Lady Edith Crawley:
It's nothing like that; it's Bertie Pelham, the agent from Brancaster Castle.

Robert, Earl of Gratham:
I remember him, he shot with us.

Lady Edith Crawley:
And he helped get the magazine out during my night of terror.

Robert, Earl of Gratham:
Edith has a date.

Lady Edith Crawley:
No I don't.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[Sneering] Of course not.

Lady Edith Crawley:
What do you mean, 'Of course not'?

Robert, Earl of Gratham:
When's your train?

Lady Edith Crawley:
Nine.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Is this another magazine crisis?

Lady Edith Crawley:
No, but I am interviewing possible editors.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Women?

Lady Edith Crawley:
Women.

Tom Branson:
Well I approve. Good luck with that.

Lady Mary Crawley:
But then who's the date with?

Lady Edith Crawley:
It's not a date; it's just a friend, as I keep saying.

Henry Talbot:
Sorry about that, there was rather a queue.

Tom Branson:
It's popular, that's a good sign.

Henry Talbot:
Oh, you don't know the place? [Tom shakes head]

Lady Mary Crawley:
You'll laugh at me, but I've hardly ever been in a public house. Matthew wasn't really a pub man, and Papa goes into the Grantham Arms about once a year to have a drink with the tenants.

Henry Talbot:
Well I'm afraid my life is an altogether rougher affair.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[Smiling widely] Consider me warned.

Tom Branson:
So the car's a success?

Henry Talbot:
Well, I wasn't convinced it would be, but it is. You must have a go sometime.

Tom Branson:
I hope that's a real offer.

Henry Talbot:
You know, I didn't realize you were so keen, Tom. Blast! You could have driven there today.

Tom Branson:
You know I came to Downton as a chauffeur

Henry Talbot:
Oh, Mary told me. But then, not every chauffeur has a real love for cars.

Tom Branson:
That's true enough.

Henry Talbot:
[Turning to Mary] I'll tell you who was talking about you the other day: Evelyn Napier.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[Without emotion] Oh, how is he?

Henry Talbot:
He's well. Still single, of course, and, I suspect, still pining for you.

Lady Mary Crawley:
He will pine in vain, but I'm very fond of him.

Henry Talbot:
La bell dame sans merci.

Tom Branson:
What does that mean?

Henry Talbot:
It means... Lady Mary knows what she's about. I'll tell you what, next time we're all down south, why don't we all have dinner?

Lady Mary Crawley:
I'd love that.

Tom Branson:
You are funny.

Lady Mary Crawley:
What do you mean?

Tom Branson:
The way you have to keep making excuses for why you'll meet. [Turning to Mary] You to watch him drive cars, [Turning to Henry] you to have dinner with a friend. Why can't you just say, "I'd love to spend more time with you"? When can we do it?

Lady Mary Crawley:
You see? He may have assimilated in some ways, but he still fights playing by the rules.

Charles Carson:
What's it for?

Mrs. Hughes:
Sergeant Willis needs her help.

Charles Carson:
Sergeant Willis again? Do other butlers have to contend with the police arriving every ten minutes?

Mrs. Hughes:
Not often.

Mrs. Hughes:
Have you found anyone to hit with that yet?

Mr. Carson:
If I had my way, I'd hit the lot of them.

Mrs. Hughes:
I'm an experienced housemaid and a housekeeper for how many years? And he doesn't think I can make a bed.

Mrs. Patmore:
Well, you always knew he was old to be trained as a husband.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Edith, you can manage for a day without us, can't you?

Lady Edith Crawley:
I can manage without you for as long as you want.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Is he worth it?

Lady Edith Crawley:
As opposed to your car mechanic?

Tom Branson:
I'm a car mechanic, thank you.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh, roll up, roll up, visit an actual dining room! Complete with a real life table and chairs!

Lady Mary Crawley:
Ah, Granny, thank God you're here. What else could I tell them about the library?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
The library was assembled by the fourth Earl. He loved books.

Lady Mary Crawley:
What else did he collect?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Horses and women.

Mrs. Patmore:
How's life for the newlyweds?

Mrs. Hughes:
Fine. Only, Mr Carson wants to dine at the cottage again.

Mrs. Patmore:
No need to sound so gloomy. I can rustle up something.

Mrs. Hughes:
Whatever you do rustle up, I won't cook it right, or the plates will be cold or the dressing will be wrong.

Daisy Mason:
Does he appreciate all you do?

Mrs. Hughes:
Does any man?

Isobel Crawley:
I suspect she's quite a tough nut.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
And I'm quite a tough nutcracker.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
You're a clever little miss, aren't you? I'd feel sorry for Larry, if I didn't dislike him so much.

Amelia Cruikshank:
I shall forget you said that, but you should go now. Much more and we may feel awkward when we meet, which we are bound to do.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I think not, Miss Cruikshank. Not if I see you first.

Charles Carson:
But how are you going to cook?

Mrs. Hughes:
I can't cook! I can't lift. But it's not difficult. I'll talk you through it, don't worry.

Charles Carson:
You mean I'm going to cook?

Mrs. Hughes:
It's very straightforward.

Mrs. Hughes:
This crumble's good. My mother's was always a bit soggy.

Charles Carson:
[Snores]

Mrs. Hughes:
[Scrapes spoon noisily]

Charles Carson:
Hmm, crumble. Oh! Is that it now? Are we done?

Mrs. Hughes:
Oh, just put the things in to soak. Make sure you cover the pots with water. You don't have to do the washing up till tomorrow if you don't want to.

Charles Carson:
You won't be better by the morning?

Mrs. Hughes:
Oh, not for that.

Mrs. Patmore:
Oh, talking of which, has Mr Carson survived his ordeal from last night?

Mrs. Hughes:
Put it this way. He has discovered a new respect for the role of cook and bottle washer. So I think he'll be giving less trouble in the future.

Mrs. Hughes, Mrs. Patmore:
[laugh]

Charles Carson:
What's so funny?

Mrs. Hughes:
Just life, Mr Carson. Just life.

Mrs. Hughes:
You're such an old curmudgeon.

Mr. Carson:
Don't say you're going off me.

Mrs. Hughes:
No. Because you're MY curmudgeon and that makes all the difference.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Don't worry. I believe in rules and traditions and playing our part. But there is something else.

Lady Mary Crawley:
And what is that, pray?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I believe in love. I mean, brilliant careers, rich lives, are seldom led without just an element of love.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Oh, Granny. You do surprise me.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh, I am glad. So climbing all those stairs wasn't wasted.

Baxter:
I hope he won't mind if we undress him.

Mrs. Hughes:
He's past minding if we put him in a shy and threw coconuts.

Sergeant Willis:
There is some concern Haughton-le-Skerne will be in the news, as a site of a house of ill repute.

Mrs. Patmore:
A house of ill repute?

Sergeant Willis:
I'm afraid the rumour mill has already begun but there's a chance that Dorrit may settle out of court.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
How terrible. Poor Mrs Patmore.

Lady Rosamund Painswick:
What an unlikely bawdy house madam.

Isobel Crawley:
Mrs Patmore's secret career!

Mr. Carson:
And what makes you think you'll be any good?

Joseph Molesley:
I don't know exactly. Perhaps because I want it so much.

Mr. Carson:
There are plenty of little boys who want to be famous cricketers. It's not enough to make them champions.

Joseph Molesley:
I just want to try, Mr Carson.

Mrs. Hughes:
And so you shall.

Mrs. Hughes:
And you won't have to be a witness?

Mrs. Patmore:
So Mr Willis said. But I've still lost every one of my bookings. I'm a laughing stock.

Mr. Carson:
I did wonder about the whole idea from the beginning.

Mrs. Hughes:
You did not! It's exactly what we're planning to do.

Mr. Carson:
Then clearly we're going to have to be a lot more careful than Mrs Patmore, aren't we?

Mr. Carson:
You have no qualms about dragging the family we serve into the mud?

Mrs. Hughes:
It's their choice, Mr Carson. They're all grown people, surely?

Mr. Carson:
Well, I've always known that women were ruthless, but I didn't think I'd find the proof in my own wife!

Mrs. Patmore:
And there's me thinking how kind they were to come to the rescue.

Mrs. Hughes:
And so they are. Just tell them yes and arrange the day.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[seeing a newspaper headline indicating an English marquess died in Tangiers] Isn't Bertie's employer always in Tangiers?

[Tom nods]

Lady Mary Crawley:
Can you buy one?

Tom Branson:
[Reading from the newspaper] "The sixth Marquess of Hexam, 39, has died in Tangiers where he was a frequent visitor. The cause was given as malaria; Lord Hexham was unmarried."

Lady Mary Crawley:
Does this mean Bertie's out of a job?

Tom Branson:
That depends on the heir.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Poor Edith; it's bad enough he was an agent, now he may not even be that.

Tom Branson:
[Looking perturbed] Don't sound so gleeful about it.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[laughing with Anna about Mrs. Patmore's troubles] Oh, that's the first proper laugh I've had for ages.

Anna Bates:
I couldn't resist telling you.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[Insincerely] Poor Mrs. Patmore.

Anna Bates:
[Both continue laughing] Oh, I know, it's awful for her. I'm going to have to think of something serious when I go down.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Well I had some rather sad news when we were in Thirsk. Lord Hexham's died.

Anna Bates:
Who's that, milady?

Lady Mary Crawley:
The owner of Brancaster Castle, where we all stayed last year, for the grouse.

Anna Bates:
Not me, milady; I was otherwise detained.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Oh, of course you were. I am sorry. [Smugly] Only, it might affect Lady Edith's friend, Mr. Pelham; he's the agent there, or was. He might be out of a job.

Anna Bates:
[Looking concerned] How worrying for them.

Lady Mary Crawley:
So my romance might not be the only one to come to an untimely end.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Gratham:
[to Edith as she enters the room] Did you get hold of him?

Lady Edith Crawley:
Yes, he's coming down tomorrow on the first leg of his trip to Tangiers. I've asked him here.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Good.

Tom Branson:
How is he?

Lady Edith Crawley:
[sighing] Sad, he loved his cousin. And it was all so quick. The trouble is, they've already buried him, and Bertie's not quite sure what to do.

Isobel Crawley:
Well, that's ordinary in hot countries, it won't mean any disrespect.

Lady Edith Crawley:
No, but should they leave him there?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Surely the decision is down to the new marquess, not to Bertie.

Lady Edith Crawley:
[hesitantly] Well, that's the thing. He is the new marquess... Bertie.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Gratham:
[Mary looks dumbfounded] Bertie Pelham is now the Marquess of Hexham?

Lady Edith Crawley:
Yes.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Nonsense, he's having you on. He'd have told you if he was the heir.

Lady Edith Crawley:
He did tell me, but his cousin was in his thirties, and they all knew the girl he was going to marry.

Lady Mary Crawley:
But that's absurd. If Bertie's a marquess, then Edith...

Robert Crawley, Earl of Gratham:
[interrupting joyfully] Edith would outrank us all, yes, that's right!

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
[Everyone smiles, thrilled with the news] Was he a close relation?

Lady Edith Crawley:
Second cousin, once removed. Nobody thought it was possible he would ever inherit, least of all Bertie.

Isobel Crawley:
Well, he seemed like a nice young man to me.

Lady Rosamund Painswick:
[beaming] And getting nicer by the minute!

Tom Branson:
With a real love of Brancaster.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Gratham:
Golly gumdrops! What a turn up!

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
[Sees the door opening, smiling widely] That's dinner, if we're not too distracted to eat!

Tom Branson:
[All move toward the door except for Mary, who still appears thunderstruck; teasing] So we'll all bow and curtsey to Edith. You'll enjoy that, Mary.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[bitterly] Hardly. And if Bertie really is Lord Hexham, which I still don't believe, he won't want to marry her now.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
[sarcastically] Careful, or people will think you're jealous, dear. We don't want that.

[Lady Susan's maid, Wilkins, has tried to get Sarah O'Brien drunk by surreptitiously giving her whisky, but Sarah has given it to Molesley who is now cavorting exuberantly and drunkenly on the dance-floor]

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
They do say there's a wild man inside all of us.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
If only he would *stay* inside.

[to Lady Cora]

Hugh 'Shrimpie' MacClare, Marquess of Flintshire:
Love is like riding or speaking French: if you don't learn it young, it's hard to get the trick of it later.

[Lady Rose comes downstairs in a ballgown with a low neckline]

Susan MacClare, Marchioness of Flintshire:
Rose, you are not wearing that dress, and that is final.

Lady Rose MacClare:
Oh! Daddy, please stick up for me.

Susan MacClare, Marchioness of Flintshire:
She looks like a slut.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Heavens. That's not a word you often hear among the heather.

Lady Rose MacClare:
But Princess Mary has one just like it. It's the fashion now.

Susan MacClare, Marchioness of Flintshire:
Then it is a *mad* fashion. Aunt Violet, tell her.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Oh, my dear, in my time I wore the crinoline, the bustle and the leg-of-mutton sleeve. I'm not in a strong position to criticise.

Hugh 'Shrimpie' MacClare, Marquess of Flintshire:
Rose, take Aunt Violet through to the ballroom now.

[realizing that Rose has won, Violet gives her a smirk of victory]

Alfred Nugent:
You don't want to come to the fair?

Charles Carson:
I would sooner chew broken glass

Jos Tufton:
[after sampling leftovers from the previous night's dinner] Haven't had food that gppd since the last time I were in Lomdon.

Mrs. Patmore:
[sarcastically] Well, I'm not just a pretty face.

Jos Tufton:
This family's fell on its feet and no mistake. I wouldn't mind eatin' food like that every day.

Mrs. Patmore:
Enough of the flannel! I'll keep the order, but if there's owt amiss, you'll be hearin' from me.

Jos Tufton:
Let's just hope there's somethin' not quite up to scratch.

Mrs. Patmore:
Why d'you say that?

Jos Tufton:
Because I'd like to here from you again, Mrs. Patmore. I would.

Matthew Crawley:
[about Gregson] Don't dislike him before you know him, That's the landmark of our parent' generation.

Edna Braithwaite:
[dressed to leave with her bags] What have I done? I'm as good as Mr. Branson, and there was nothing, never at all!

Mrs. Hughes:
I'm sure, but there are rules to this way of life, Edna, annd if you're not prepared to live by them, then it's not the right life for you.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Cora] Rosa's evening had a bumpy start. I'm afraid Susan isn't herself.

Lady Rose MacClare:
[with bitterness when speaking about her mother] But she's absolutely herself... that's the problem.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[to Cora] Poor souls. It's bad enough parenting a child when you like each other.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[speaking to Susan about where she and 'Shrimpie' will be posted] Do you know where it will be?

Susan MacClare, Marchioness of Flintshire:
No, but it will be filthy and dirty, and the food will be awful, and there'll be no one to talk to for a hundred square miles.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[sarcastically] That sounds like a week with my mother-in-law.

Lady Edith Crawley:
How tiny the Glens make one feel...

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[swatting flies] That is the thing about nature, there's so *much* of it.

Matthew Crawley:
...I want to tell you that I fall more in love with you every day that passes.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I'll remind you of that next time I scratch the car.

Lady Edith Crawley:
Papa? Is something the matter?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
No, nothing's the matter, and that's what I want to make clear.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I don't understand. What's this about?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Marigold.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I see. And what do you want to say about Marigold.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I think you know what I want to say, what I want you to say.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I can't give her up.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Of course not. Have you told Tom?

Lady Edith Crawley:
No, but he might have guessed.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
So now everyone knows.

Lady Edith Crawley:
Everyone except Mary.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
[Nods]

Lady Edith Crawley:
I want your forgiveness, Papa. Am I allowed to say that still?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
It's not the way I'd have had things, I won't lie to you about that. But this is what's happened. I believe Michael Gregson was on honourable man.

Lady Edith Crawley:
Oh, he was, Papa; he really was. He would have married me as soon as he could. I know that.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I think so too. So now we must do the best for his child, for his sake, as well as yours.

Lady Edith Crawley:
That's so lovely of you!

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
But I think we should keep it in the family. Even in 1924, there are plenty of people who might be unpleasant.

Lady Edith Crawley:
But... do you forgive me, Papa?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Oh, my darling. I'm sure I need your forgiveness quite as much as you need mine. Now, go to bed [He kisses her forehead] and sleep well.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Will you shoot tomorrow, or have you given way to the uninvited guest?

Atticus Aldridge:
I don't think I have a choice.

Tom Branson:
You can have my place.

Atticus Aldridge:
Certainly not. I've had two good days, and we're out again on Friday, so I don't merit pity.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I hope your neighbour knows how accommodating you're being.

Atticus Aldridge:
You can tell him, if you like. He's staying the night, so you'll have plenty of opportunity.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Don't tempt me. I do find it astonishing, the way people take these things for granted.

Tom Branson:
[with sarcasm] We can't all be as unselfish as you, Mary. [Mary gives him an unpleasant look] Just joking. [Mary rolls her eyes]

Tom Branson:
Are you looking forward to going home?

Lady Edith Crawley:
Why, in particularly?

Tom Branson:
Aren't you missing Marigold?

Lady Edith Crawley:
Aren't you missing Sybbie? Isn't Mary missing George?

Tom Branson:
Not quite as much.

Lady Edith Crawley:
What are you trying to say?

Tom Branson:
Not a lot, really, but these will be my last months at Downton, and you have always been my ally. I'd like to feel we were honest with each other. You see, where I grew up, there were quite a few Marigolds.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I'm not sure I understand you.

Tom Branson:
I think you do. My cousin, Nuala, had a child that was brought up as her sister. No one talked of it, naturally, but we all knew.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I told Papa you'd guess.

Tom Branson:
So they're both in on it?

Lady Edith Crawley:
They are now.

Tom Branson:
And Mary, does she know?

Lady Edith Crawley:
No, she's completely uninterested in me, which should keep me safe. Please, keep it to yourself. Not for my sake so much as for hers.

Tom Branson:
You may not believe it, but I'm a signed-up member of this family now. [He places his hand affectionately on her shoulder and gives a gentle squeeze]

Mrs. Hughes:
Who knows what the future may hold? Or how much longer we'll even be here? Suppose you want to move away and change your life entirely. You don't want to be stuck with me.

Charles Carson:
But that's the point.

Mrs. Hughes:
What is?

Charles Carson:
I do want to be stuck with you.

Mrs. Hughes:
I'm not convinced I can be hearing this right.

Charles Carson:
You are, if you think I'm asking you to marry me... Well?

Mrs. Hughes:
Well, you could knock me down with a feather.

Charles Carson:
And you're not offended?

Mrs. Hughes:
Oh, Mr Carson, I can assure you the very last thing in the world that I am at this moment is offended.

Charles Carson:
You can take as long as you like - I won't press you. Because one thing I do know - I'm not marrying anyone else.

Mrs. Hughes:
Well, then. [Hands him a cup of punch]

Charles Carson:
What exactly are we celebrating?

Mrs. Hughes:
We're celebrating the fact that I can still get a proposal at my age.

Charles Carson:
And that's it?

Mrs. Hughes:
Of course I'll marry you, you old booby. I thought you'd never ask.

Isobel Crawley:
I will not have my final years overshadowed by a tear-stained tug-of-war.

Henry Talbot:
Isn't there something called forgiveness through good intention?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Only for Catholics.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
What do you think I should do?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
What you should do is easy - tell the police - but what I would do is keep it secret until we know more.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
Thank heaven we both have a criminal turn of mind.

Isobel Crawley:
And you've never strayed again?

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
I've never risked everything again.

Isobel Crawley:
That's not quite what I asked.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
It's all the answer you'll get. Remember, we were the Edwardians.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
A vino veritas - in wine, truth.

Lord Merton:
[to Princess Irina] If you're going to be miserable, you might as well do it in charming surroundings.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[In reference to her having known Lord Hepworth's father in her youth] Mais o? sont les neiges d'antan? [But where are the snows of yesteryear?]

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
A change is as good as a rest.

Lady Mary Crawley:
Thank you for intervening back there before I said something rude.

Matthew Crawley:
He does beg to be teased.

Lady Mary Crawley:
The awful truth is he's starting to get on my nerves.

Matthew Crawley:
You're still going to marry him, though?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Of course. Why wouldn't I?

Sir Richard Carlisle:
Why were you and Matthew laughing at the end of the first drive?

Lady Mary Crawley:
I suppose he must've said something funny.

Sir Richard Carlisle:
Why do we have to serve ourselves at luncheon?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
It's a Downton tradition. They have their feast at lunchtime and we have ours in the evening.

Sir Richard Carlisle:
But why can't they eat earlier and serve us like they usually do?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Because it's Christmas Day!

Sir Richard Carlisle:
It's not how we'll do it at Haxby.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Which I can easily believe.

Matthew Crawley:
[regarding broken crockery after his fight with Carlisle] Sorry about the vase.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Don't be, don't be. It was a wedding present from a frightful aunt. I have hated it for half a century.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[watching the family playing its annual gane of charades] Do you enjoy these games in which the player must appear ridiculous?

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
Sir Richard, life is a game, where the player must appear ridiculous.

Sir Richard Carlisle:
Not my life.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[entering he room where the fight between Richard and Matthew has just been broken up] Oh, what on earth's the matter?

Sir Richard Carlisle:
I'm leaving the morning, Lady Grantham; I doubt we'll meet again.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[with satisfaction] Do you promise?

Mr. Mason:
So, will you be my daughter? Let me take you into my heart, make you special? You'll have parents of your own, of course.

Daisy Mason:
I haven't got any parents. Not like that. I've never been special to anyone.

Mr. Mason:
Except William.

Daisy Mason:
That's right. I were only ever special to William. Never thought of it like that before.

Mr. Mason:
Well, now you're special to me.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Do you recall a Turkish diplomat who stayed here before the War?

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I think I can be relied on to remember any guest who is found dead in his bed the next morning.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[referring to the grouse hunting] I never know which is worse: the sorrow when you hit the bird or the shame when you miss it.

Sir Richard Carlisle:
[referring to Bates' lawyer at the table] Is he confidant?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
He seems to be.

Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
[dryly] Lawyers are always confident before the verdict. It is only fterwards they share their doubts.

Lady Mary Crawley:
When does the American contingent arrive, and how on earth are we going to manage them?

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Don't be ashamed of my mother, Mary; she's your grandmother, too.

Lady Rose MacClare:
I think it's very kind of them to come over for my ball.

Lady Mary Crawley:
You haven't met her yet. And where will everyone sleep? This place isn't designed for house parties.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
We'll manage. Perhaps you could share with Edith?

Lady Mary Crawley:
You're joking.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
Well, someone may have to sleep on the top floor... with the servants.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[With disgust] I'd rather sleep on the roof than share with Edith.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
I wish Tom had arrived.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
[Surprised] It's so nice to hear you say that.

Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham:
No, I mean he's bringing Isis, and I do miss her.

Lady Mary Crawley:
[Referring to an unwelcome guest] We can't make a scene.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I sometimes feel we should make more scenes about things that really matter to us.

Anthony Gillingham:
It wouldn't be very English.

Lady Edith Crawley:
No, but I envy it... all those Latins screaming, and shouting, and hurling themselves into graves. I bet they feel much better afterwards.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I wonder. I think once you've let it out, it must be hard to get it back in.

Cora Crawley, Countess of Grantham:
I hate to lie.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I'll do it. I don't mind lying.

Mrs. Hughes:
Come on - I dare you.

Charles Carson:
But if get my trousers wet...

Mrs. Hughes:
If you get them wet, we'll dry them.

Charles Carson:
Suppose I fall over?

Mrs. Hughes:
Suppose a bomb goes off, suppose we're hit by a falling star? You can hold my hand, then we'll both go in together.

Charles Carson:
I think I will hold your hand. It'll make me feel a bit steadier.

Mrs. Hughes:
You can always hold my hand if you need to feel steady.

Charles Carson:
I don't know how, but you managed to make that sound a little risqu?.

Mrs. Hughes:
And if I did? We're getting on, Mr Carson, you and I. We can afford to live a little.

Sarah Bunting:
Have you found it very hard?

Tom Branson:
Losing Sybil was hard. Compared to that everything else is easy.

Lady Rose MacClare:
[looking for the inceininating letter in Samson's rooms] They say that men always hide things in their sock drawer,

Lady Mary Crawley:
Why is that do you think?

Lady Rose MacClare:
What could be more revolting thab to rummage through a stange man's socks?

Thomas Barrow:
[about the trip to London] Are you looking forward to it?

Daisy Mason:
Why should I be? What difference does it make to peel onions in London or peel them in Yorkshire.

Mrs. Hughes:
I've just met Mrs. Levinson on the steps. She's here without a maid.

Anna Bates:
What happened to the last one?

Ethan Slade:
She had her head bitten off one time too many.

Martha Levinson:
[as he two women are walking to their bedrooms] Oh, oh, ff to bed are we? Well that's very sensible. A woman your age needs her rest.

Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
You need a rest cure if you were taken in by that booby Aysgarth.

Martha Levinson:
Violet, forgive me, and I don't mean to sound offensive, but are you always this stuck up? Oh, do tell me, do tell me, is the new Lady Aysgarth all set to hold London enthralled with Tales of How the West was won.

There isa quote from Lady Edith I'd love to find. In the final season, she tells Mary something about justifying her venom and it is something I know I could use, frequently; so if anyone is aware of the quote, please share it.