Upstairs, Downstairs

Edward Barnes, footman:
Arabella? That's a COW'S name!

James Bellamy:
[Referring to her mother] Only her idea of marrying well is not the same as mine.

James Bellamy:
What is?

James Bellamy:
I believe marriage should be something more than agreeing to share the same house and butler. I sometimes wish I was born in something-or-other B.C., when people lived in caves, and men and women got married just to huddle together for warmth and stop each other from being frightened of the dark.

Max Weinberg:
I never bet on human beings. They're much too unpredictable.

Miss Celia Grey:
[working a jigsaw puzzle] Oh, Mrs. Cochrane-Danby, I found your piece of sky.

Mrs. Cochrane-Danby:
That is almost too exciting to bear. Perhaps you'd very kindly put it in for me, Miss Grey?

Miss Celia Grey:
Yes, of course.

Mrs. Cochrane-Danby:
Oh, it really is appallingly cold. Miss Grey, I wonder if you'd ring the bell for the footman to make up the fire?

Miss Celia Grey:
Yes, of course. [pauses] Umm. Do you think we should?

Mrs. Cochrane-Danby:
Well, since the alternative is to freeze to death, I'm quite sure we should.

Max Weinberg:
[appreciating Hudson's capabilities and manner] Remarkable loader you have there,

Hudson:
Oh, no, he's really our butler, but he acts as valet sometimes.

Max Weinberg:
Butler, valet, loader and diplomat. Quite a valuable object!

James Bellamy:
[during shooting] Tell me, do you ever regret not becoming a gamekeeper like your father?

Hudson:
I never believe in dwelling on what might have been. sir.

Mrs. Bridges:
[Admiringly to Emily about a decorated cake] That's half the battle with food... the look of it.

Sir Geoffrey Dillon:
[to Richard Bellamy] I can't help your feeling, and I'm not in a position to indulge them.

Sir Geoffrey Dillon:
[to Bellamy] It is my experience that most of the harm in this world is done by peple trying quite gratuitously to do more good than they can possibly achieve. Give me an honest villain every day.

Sir Geoffrey Dillon:
My dear Richard, you're old enough now to be ruled by your head.

Richard Bellamy:
Nevertheless in this country gentlemen are expected to favor only one political cause at a time as they would favor only one woman at a time.

Julius Karekin:
True, Bellamy, but as I am constantly reminding your charming daughter, I am no gentleman.

Roberts:
[Speaking of Karekin] Put a turban on his head, and he'd be right out of the Arabian Nights.

Mrs. Bridges:
[laughs] That's right - Arabian - one of them Eastern potentates with a different wife in every port.

Hudson:
I think you'll find out Mr. Kerekin is Armenian. Mrs. Bridges, not Arrabian.

Mrs. Bridges:
Oh, well, it's all the same. All coffee-colored, oily hair, amd rings on their fingers.

Rose:
...and bells on their toes. [laughter]

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
[to Rose] Why do all men insist on behaving as if all women are stupid, silly creatures.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
What sort of man are you?

Julius Karekin:
A philanderer.

Mrs. Bridges:
She's right, you know. Things isn't what they was.

Hudson:
Aren't what they was," if you please, Mrs. Bridges.

Lady Prudence:
[to James] For the moment, I'm afraid, in the middle-class bastions of suburban propriety a divorce in the family is little better than having an uncle hanged for murder. One just doesn't speak of it.

Richard Bellamy:
Strange the capacity human beings have to make each other unhappy when there is so much inescapable misery in the world.

Hazel Forrest:
Yes, very strange.

Richard Bellamy:
[to Lady Bellamy] James has fallen into the clutches of some gredy, unprincipled female who will take him for every penny she can get out of him.

Mrs. Bridges:
Secrets breed secrets and nothing but harm.

Richard Bellamy:
[Referring to Lady Bellamy] I'm sorry if she was discourteous to you.

Sir Geoffrey Dillon:
The lioness protecting her young is entitled to show her claws. I respect that, Richard. In the end it may well be the making of your son.

Richard Bellamy:
I hope so. Well, thank you for all you've done. It can't have been easy.

Sir Geoffrey Dillon:
My dear boy, that's precisely why we solicitors charge such exhorbitant fees. [They both laugh]

Richard Bellamy:
I am simply saying that one heartfelt letter from a gallant ex-officer doesn't turn him overnight into a peacetime politician.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
[about suffrage] You don't understand, Rose. Times are changing.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
[to Karekin] If i appear less angry with you than before, it is only because of exhaustion.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
Are you a snob, sir, or a detective.

Julius Karekin:
A connoisseur of handsome women.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
Then I shall leave at once.

Julius Karekin:
How vain to assume I include you!

Julius Karekin:
Loris, a bottle of the Heidsieck '95.

Loris:
Oui, monsieur.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
Champagne at such a time?

Julius Karekin:
It is ideal at any time. In the evening it smooths the way to love. At midday it is an excellent aid to the digestion. At this hour I am not sure but it will offer some benefit.

Julius Karekin:
I have lost ground with you.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
You never gained any.

Julius Karekin:
[annoyed that he must get up at 8 a.m] I rise at 10, and beside which it is a well-known fact that I have no truck with ladies before noon.

Alfred:
Hudson speaks in riddles like the Sphinx.

Angus:
[about his broken engagement with Elizabeth] Maybe she'll change her mind with time.

Richard Bellamy:
Well, knowing Elizabeth as I do, once she's made up her mind to do something, there's little one can do.

Alfred:
[presumptuously] What's the matter, Mr. Hudson, don't you believe in love.

Hudson:
I believe in it if it's kept in its place. [Noticing Alfred's feet on the table] Down!

Mrs. Kate Bridges, cook:
Doris, you can leave all that now and get back into the kitchen. They'll be wanting their sandwiches after all that charity.

Edward:
Sorry, Mrs. B, I thought you were asleep.

Mrs. Kate Bridges, cook:
A good cook never sleeps.

Alice:
[to Rose] Why is she so unpleasant to me?

Sarah:
Because you have that effect on me, dearie1

Frederick:
I've been seein' quite a bit lately of... Lady Dorothy Hale, you see.

Mrs. Bridges:
[Shocked] Seeing a bit of her?

Frederick:
Seein' all of her if you want to know.

James Bellamy:
Look, I know what I am, Father. I don't need you to tell me.

Richard Bellamy:
[Realizing he may have gone to far] James, my dear boy...

James Bellamy:
No, father! No! No, no concilliations! That's where we always end up patching the wounds. L-Let's just leave them open this time shall we...?

Richard Bellamy:
[reading from James's suicide note] "Dear Father, do you remember me telling you about that German soldier in the shell hole at Passchendaele, who should have finished me off, but declined to? Well, I'm doing the job for him. It has nothing to do with our talk today. Mother always said that to leave when you're winning is unethical, and we all know that my losing streak has been going on far too long. Try to see it as a soldier's way out, when he can no longer do justice to himself, or the men under his command. I choose this place as to not make a mess of my rooms, or cause anyone anymore inconvenience than what is necessary. I have left my will to Sir Geoffrey - unwitnessed, I'm afraid, but I am sure he'll manage. Goodbye, Father. Give my love to Virginia, and to Georgina. Don't be sad. James."

Mrs. Bridges:
You're a man, Mr. Hudson. It's hard for a man to understand these things.

Hudson:
[Angrily] Well, there are things a man understands but a woman doesn't and never will!

Mrs. Bridges:
What I want to know is, Rose, why Lady Southwold should want a companion before His Lordship passes on... I mean, widowed it's quite understandable, but before seems a bit suspicious to me.

Rose:
In what way suspicious, Mrs. Bridges?

Mrs. Bridges:
I don't know, Rose. If I did, it wouldn't be suspicious, would it?

Thomas Watkins:
[to Sara] It's provocation coming into a man's bedroom this time of night.

Edward:
[about Hudson] He thinks he's Sherlock Holmes. He'll be playing on his violin next.

Hudson:
[Speaking about radio antennas] Imagine every house in London with a wee pole sticking up from the roof!

James Bellamy:
[to Diana] Behind that pretty little face is a cunning, devious brain.

Diana Newbury:
[to James] It's taken me a long time to run you to ground.

Sir Geoffrey Dillon:
I don't want to pester you, Richard, but a peerage is one way to get rid of a minister.

Richard Bellamy:
Lloyd George is a dictator without friends.

[last lines]

Richard Bellamy:
[to Hazel] As for the future I have my doubts, but then tomorrow is a long way off.

Richard Bellamy:
[referring to Mrs. Hamilton] My God, she's got a nerve!

Hazel Bellamy:
Yes, she has.

Sarah:
You've got some very odd ideas about men, Rose.

Mrs. Bridges:
[to Ruby]... I'm goin' to use cheddar. That Parmesan has a nasty foreign flavor.

Lili de Ternay:
I don't want fits from you, Richard. I want more. I want your soul.

Richard Bellamy:
If you can find it, you can have it.

Georgina Worsley:
Oh, he's so kind and rich!

Virginia Bellamy:
How do you know he's rich?

Georgina Worsley:
Americans always are.

Richard Bellamy:
[Referring to Hudson imlacability] That man'd make a damn good diplomat, even better card player. You'd never guess anything unusual was going on.

Virginia Bellamy:
[Frustrated, to herself] Oh, Hudson, Hudson, Hudson! What are you doing to us all?

Hudson:
[about Suffragettes] If they claim the right to vote like men, they ought to be flogged like men.

Richard Bellamy:
[to Hazel] Do allow me to look after you. Someone's got to!

Virginia Hamilton:
"For how can man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods?" That was Michael's... [about to start crying, hastily leaves the room]

Richard Bellamy:
Is there anywhere in the world a woman braver than that?

Virginia Hamilton:
[to Richard] If Michael's father had been alive, it is exactly what he would have wished... for can a man die better than facing fearful odds for the ashes of his father and the temples of his gods?

Mrs. Bridges:
[to Ruby] One of these days, my girl, that tongue of yours is going to frizzle up and stick to the roof of your mouth.

Richard Bellamy:
Remember, dear, marriage is a declaration of faith in the future.

Lawrence Kirbridge:
[to Elizabeth] You should never think of parents as real people. It only worries them and confuses them.

Henrietta Winchmore:
Maybe you're not quite as bad as you seem.

Richard Bellamy:
[laughs] Funny, I was just thinking exactly the same thing about you.

Elizabeth Bellamy:
I wish I were Henrietta. She is always so sure of everything.

Lawrence Kirbridge:
Aren't you sure of everything?

Elizabeth Bellamy:
I'm not sure of anything... At least I 'm very sure of things but never of people.

Lawrence Kirbridge:
And I'm sure of people and never of things.

Elizabeth Bellamy:
You didn't mean that. You only said it because it was a good answer.

Lawrence Kirbridge:
[Dejectedly] You know, sometimes I don't think I mean anything.

Maude Roberts, Lady Bellamy's maid:
[regarding Sarah] After all she's done, and the shame she's brought on us all!

Rose Buck, housemaid:
What shame has she brought on you, Miss Roberts?

Maude Roberts, Lady Bellamy's maid:
She's a stuck-up, lying minx! Huh! Thinks she's better than all of us... puts on airs! Gets Captain James into such trouble that he has to be sent to India. Then she thinks she can walk in here as though nothing has happened!

Mrs. Kate Bridges, cook:
We're none of us perfect, Miss Roberts!

Rose Buck, housemaid:
Oh have a heart, Miss Roberts, how would you like to be...

Maude Roberts, Lady Bellamy's maid:
[furiously] I wouldn't be ever in such a disgusting position in anyone's house!

Edward Barnes, footman:
HA HA! I'll bet!

Maude Roberts, Lady Bellamy's maid:
How DARE you speak to me like that!

Hudson:
[sarcastically to Edward] And what fortunate young woman has the honor of your company today?

Hudson:
[to Mrs. Bridges about the King] You better get him plenty of food. I'm told the old man eats like a cart horse.

Richard Bellamy:
[referring to the King's imminent arrival] How's your curtsy, Prudence?

Lady Prudence:
It's all right going down, a bit wobbly coming up. I'm always afraid my right knee will crack like a pistol shot.

King Edward VII:
Just because I arrange a peerage for a man does not mean I have to like him.

Hudson:
[referring to Daisy] She isn't mature enough to handle the strain of an absent husband.

Rose:
Or a present one.

Lady Templeton:
[Getting up to leave] Marjorie, my pet, I've decided to leave. I'm quite easily inclined to be bored. I cannot afford to be bored at my age.

Lady Marjorie Bellamy:
Emily, passion spends itself very quickly, believe me.

[last lines]

Georgina Worsley:
Why - why did you follow us, Robert?

Lord Robert Stockbridge:
I was... worried about you.

Georgina Worsley:
I'm glad you were.

Diana Newbury:
[Referring to Bunny] He has this idea he has a duty to the land, a sort of debt.

Robin Eliott:
Oh, like the debt I owe my tailor?

Diana Newbury:
Except that your tailor probably knows he'll never get paid. Apparently the land isn't satisfied until Bunny spent several days in every month trudging around it waring two boots. Sruntch, scruntch, scruntch... scratching the backs of pigs.

Georgina Worsley:
Hmmm?

Diana Newbury:
You have no idea what a disgusting noise it makes when you scratch a pig's back... a sort of bristly [she expresses disdain at the thought of it]... oooh, ooh... oh.

Georgina Worsley:
I adore pigs!

Diana Newbury:
So does Bunny. Scratching the pig's back is supposed to send him into a sort of ecstasy, but actually when Bunny's leaning over the pen with a glazed look in his eyes, it's almost impossible to tell them apart.

James Bellamy:
I look forward to the day when everyone travels by airplane. Then they'll have to confine themselves to a carpet bag.

Georgina Worsley:
You don't really think that day will ever come, James?

Mrs. Bridges:
Love can make a woman uncommon devious in her ways.

Capt. Charles Hammond:
I find society shallow and boring, yawning politely at itself in spite of the glitter and the luxury.

Hudson:
Chattering, whispering servants can spread scandal like the rats with the plague.

Mrs. Bridges:
She's almost old enough to be his mother.

Roberts:
Passion strikes where it pleases.

Capt. Charles Hammond:
[to lady Bellamy] The world outside is so unreal it's like living in a dull gray dream.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
We're husband and wife. At least everybody thinks we are.

Lawrence Kirbridge:
Perhaps we should have stayed just two people.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
Two children I'm afraid you mean, Lawrence.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
Don't you think a day might come when ladies open their own doors as a matter of course?

Lawrence Kirbridge:
[Tongue in cheek] Dangerous socialism.

Lawrence Kirbridge:
You can not expect married life to be all daisies, you know.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
I haven't seen a single daisy so far.

Sir Edwin Partridge:
[to Lawrence] May I suggest we add Tompkins of the Morning Post?

Lawrence Kirbridge:
Hmmm.

Sir Edwin Partridge:
He has dandruff but a great deal of influence.

Sir Edwin Partridge:
[to Elizabeth] As a performance I've acquired to compensate for a hideous bashfulness... beneath the peacock is a partridge, and a very humble one. If I let him out too often, he'll be shot. Try to understand.

Lawrence Kirbridge:
[to Elizabeth] I don't disapprove of childhood... only children.

[Richard has just learned that his book has been accepted for publication]

Richard Bellamy:
If only this letter had arrived three days ago, before my wife left for Canada! How thrilled she would have been.

Hazel Forrest:
Could you not write and tell her the news at once?

Richard Bellamy:
Well, there's no point. Time my letter got to New York, she'd be halfway across Canada.

Hazel Forrest:
I see. What a shame.

Richard Bellamy:
Mm.

Hazel Forrest:
Could you not send her... a wireless message, to the ship?

Richard Bellamy:
A Marconigram! Yes, I'll do that! Then she'll get it at sea. Well done, Miss Forrest!

Hazel Forrest:
Shall I take down the message?

Richard Bellamy:
Yes, and Edward can run round to the Marconi office with it. So, a wireless message to Lady Marjorie Bellamy, stateroom number six, aboard White Star Liner R.M.S. Titanic en route from Southampton to New York. Date, April twelfth, 1912. My message reads, "Macmillan's delighted and impressed with manuscript. Take good care of yourself. All my fondest love, Richard."

[fade out, title music up]

Richard Bellamy:
What on earth is that noise?

Hazel Forrest:
It's a gramophone, I think, Mr. Bellamy. Coming from upstairs.

Richard Bellamy:
Must be my son. He's keen on the latest ragtime music, this dreadful syncopated jazz. Like everything else from America, it's too fast, too noisy!

Mrs. Bridges:
[to Hazel about James] One thing you must be happy about, Madam. The war's over for him.

Richard Bellamy:
You've been spared. You have so much to contribute when the peace comes.

James Bellamy:
Peace? Peace is for grandfathers and grandsons...

Richard Bellamy:
...and survivors.

James Bellamy:
I wouldn't count on them to put the world to right.

Richard Bellamy:
Between us, James. Between us we can do it... grandfathers, grandsons, and survivors. You owe it to us to try.

James Bellamy:
Well, at least we're talking. That's a start.

Mrs. Bridges:
You mustn't mind Mr. Hudson, Edward. He doesn't mean it.

Sir Geoffrey Dillon:
[to Richard] Well, the government may not have provided any ammunition to blow up the Germans, but James has certainly provided us with plenty to blow up the government.

Mrs. Bridges:
[to Edward] Livery! You'll wear the King's uniform, my boy, and if them upstairs isn't proud if you, I'll eat it.

Georgina Worsley:
[after interviewing Mabel] Well?

Mrs. Bridges:
She seemed a nice girl.

Georgina Worsley:
Oh, not bad at all, but does it matter about her not being experienced?

Mrs. Bridges:
[Chuckling] Well, I'd sooner have a clean slate to write on, miss, than to teach an old dog new tricks. I've always said that.

Alfred:
A silent woman is above rubies.

Virginia Bellamy:
I'm a pretty stubborn person, but I know when I'm beaten.

Rose:
All good things come to an end, hm?

Hudson:
That's the way to look at it, Rose.

Nanny Webster:
Now you know Miss.Elizabeth you should not disturb Nanny in the nursery at this time of day.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
Nanny I wanted to talk to you.

Nanny Webster:
You where always a spoiled little girl Elizabeth.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
But Nanny.

Nanny Webster:
I remember when your father returned with a present.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
Nanny!

Nanny Webster:
It was a lovely doll.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
Nanny please listen.

Nanny Webster:
But you would not play with your dolls like other little girls.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
Oh!I am leaving.

Sarah:
[condescendingly in reference to Hudson's birth] Bet it was a bit more than an occasion when you arrived, Mr. Hudson.

Mrs. Bridges:
We're only born once, Mr. Hudson.

Hudson:
I don't recall much of it myself, Mrs. Bridges. I was very young at the time. [polite laughter]

Rose:
Funny how a letter can come through the post and change your whole life!

Mrs. Bridges:
[Dressed in her best] I'm here, Mrs. Bridges.

Mrs. Bridges:
[Sarcastically] Well, I must say, if the Germans had seen you lookin' like that, Ruby, they would have surrendered weeks ago.

Richard Bellamy:
[to Virginia] I find you amusing, brave, warm-hearted, and utterly adorable, and I want you to consider very carefully... the prospect of... becoming my wife... but, uh, not let it spoil your dinner.

Daisy Peel:
How could English people catch Spanish Influenza? That's what I can't work out!

Hudson:
[watching Alfred eat in the servant's kitchen] I can see they don't teach manners in German kitchens.

Richard Bellamy:
I'm in this position largely through your handling of Marjorie's affauis!

Sir Geoffrey Dillon:
I don't quite follow,

Richard Bellamy:
I'm not blaming you. None of us could have forseen what would happen, but you must admit I've been left in a devilish situation

Sir Geoffrey Dillon:
Financially speaking.

Richard Bellamy:
In all ways, damn it! Particularly financially!

Mrs. Polly Merivale:
I'm sorry if your friendship with Guy paynter has been broken off, but... there's no need t...

Mrs. Polly Merivale:
You know why it did? I cared too much. Oh, not for Guy. I don't like charm and ruthlessness in a man. One or the other but both together, something nasty about it; like a female impersonator.

Mrs. Bridges:
[to Hudson about Ruby] She looks like the cat that got at the cream.

Mrs. Bridges:
I don't know, we're all behind like the donkey's tail.

Sir Guy Paynter:
I approve of Baldwin because he never ever does anything at all if he can possibly avoid it... a perfect politician.

Richard Bellamy:
[after James has expressed concern over his stepmother's relationship with Paynter] Oh, she's perfectly safe with him.

James Bellamy:
Sh- Why should you say that?

Richard Bellamy:
Oh, for reasons I could not possibly mention to her.

James Bellamy:
He's not married, is he?

Richard Bellamy:
[Trying to be delicate] No, he's not the, uh, marrying sort.

James Bellamy:
[Simon slowly realizes his father's meaning] Oh, you mean... ?

Richard Bellamy:
[Nodding] Mmmh-hmm.

James Bellamy:
Oh, I see.

Richard Bellamy:
He's devoted to his mother. [He rises and walks across the room] A great number of ladies have acted as his hostess at the table over the past ten years, and, I daresay. at least half of them expected to marry him, but I'm quite sure nothing would horrify him more thsn to have a woman permanently in his home or temporarily in his bed.

Rose Buck, housemaid:
[furiously] You've got foreigners on the mind, you have, Mr Hudson! I remember the time you said that the German Army had landed, and that they were all working on the South coast as waiters and hairdressers, and that they'd all rise up and slaughter us in our beds! Haha! Well they haven't, have they? We're still here, aren't we?

Major Cochrane-Danby:
[to Hazel] Nothing more boring than hearing other people's hunting stories except their children and other ailments.

Mrs. Cochrane-Danby:
Oh, Bunny, you just missed your wife practically seducing James in public.

Bunny Newbury:
[Self-deprecatingly] Wouldn't be the first time.

Lord Charles Gilmour:
[Lowly to Natalie] Or the last!

Mrs. Cochrane-Danby:
Dear Charles, whenever you start being intelligent, I never can understand a word you say! [Leaving] Lt's all go have a lovely lie-down.

Mrs. Tewkesbury:
Cockie Dear, the shock of you bearing down in one's bedroom in full steam ahead is enough to make anyone run away to London.

James Bellamy:
You're a very wicked girl.

Diana Newbury:
Darling James, you've known that for years... haven't you?

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
[to Rose about Karekin] No, I don't exactly like him, but he has got a sort of animal magnetism.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
You seem to have studied the history of my family,

Julius Karekin:
Oh, I like to know the form before I place a bet.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
[to Karekin] Anyway, beauty is only sin deep.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
I should have thought that after all my previous misdemeanors there was hardly a square inch left for me to blot.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
[to her mother] You'd best wash your hands of me, Mother. You'll be much happier.

Mrs. Bridges:
[Concerning Daisy's clumsiness] One thing I'll say about Ruby, she may have been slow, but she cleaned things proper.

Georgina:
You know what I think is worst? I have the feeling that all our friends who have been killed are only dead for the duration, but after the war they'll all come back again... They won't.

Lady Constance Weir:
[to Prudence] asking Dorothy to play the Virgin Mary's like asking Henry VIII to play a celibate monk.

Hudson:
We must keep in mind the old saying that no news is good news.

Richard Bellamy:
I look and feel somewhat dirty. I shall go to my room and change. It'll give me something to do.

Lady Prudence Fairfax:
[Looking in mirror after spending the night on the couch] Ooooh... I feel and look as though I've spent the night in a cattle truck... on the Trans-Siberian railway.

Richard Bellamy:
More sherry?

Lady Prudence Fairfax:
Oh, no, no. I might get squiffy and let you down.

Elizabeth Bellamy:
[referring to Rose about her confining corsets] What's the use of having a body if it's twisted out of shape?

Lawrence Kirbridge:
[with lascivious intent] In your father's mansion there are many mansions, n'est pas?

Scone:
We all want our mysteries... ourselves and everyone else's.

Sarah:
Models get paid.

Rose:
So do prostitutes.

Lawrence Kirbridge:
I hate being responsible for other people. It's bad enough being responsible for yourself.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
Money isn't as important to us as it is to you.

Lady Marjorie Bellamy:
Money's always important if you haven't enough of it.

Lawrence Kirbridge:
[referring to a newspaper in which his name appears] I think I'm going to buy dozens of copies of this and send it to all my friends. I mean, there's no point in being famous if nobody knows about it.

Lawrence Kirbridge:
[hearing Rose singing while doing housework] I suppose she'll be going around with flowers in her hair next. What's the matter with her?

Lawrence Kirbridge:
[superciliously] Could it be that the desires of Rose, the virginal nymph, are aroused by the dark masculinity of the Welsh bull.

Lawrence Kirbridge:
Not many valets become Prime minister.

Thomas Watkins:
Not many poets do either.

Hudson:
[Rhetorically] How many times have I told you not to be influenced by pub talk, Edward?

Aunt Kate:
Remember, Elizabeth, too many opinions may be indigestible at seventeen.

Hudson:
[Referring to Elizabeth] Book learning is useless to a young lady.

Elizabeth Bellamy:
[to Rose] I don't mind your giving me a piece of your mind, but I have a mind too.

Dooley:
Well, come on, come on! Let's see the color of your money!

Thomas Watkins:
Well, just a minute, Mr. Dooley, you wouldn't expect my mistress, a lady of quality, to trust me with two hundred pounds in bank notes, would you? i mean, me a chaffeur, a simple servant?

Dooley:
No. I wouldn't trust you with a baby's rattle meself.

[last lines]

Sarah:
[Sitting on the edge of the bed] Give us a kiss.

Thomas Watkins:
[lying on the bed] Well, help yourself.

Georgina:
Why is everyone fussing about this silly old war? Well, it's just something happening abroad. It's like the famine in India or the earthquake in Turkey. It's nothing to do with us!

Mr. Angus Hudson, Butler:
We are not fit! We need some of the old discipline. All this trouble in Ireland and in industry. The other day someone even threatened the king! You know, the lower classes are far too flabby and pampered. A wee bit of bloodletting would do this country a power of good!

Hazel Bellamy:
What's the difference between an alliance and an entente?

Richard Bellamy:
Well, one is written down, and the other one's sort of a gentlemen's areement.

Hazel Bellamy:
Do you always have to behave like gentlemen?

James Bellamy:
[to Hazel]... and now we've got to win - otherwise the world won't be a fit place for human beings. Let's do it properly while we're about it and smash or be smashed - the war to end all wars.

Sarah Moffat:
Foreigners! They're all the same... different!

Captain Axel Ryttsen:
Well, you see, virginity is just another word for hysteria

Captain Axel Ryttsen:
'How do you do?' as the English say - never expecting to be told.

Elizabeth Bellamy:
[to James] Well, by all means, look debauched but try not to sound it!

Mrs. Bridges:
[to Sarah] You're talking to me and Mr. Hudson. You don't get babies by smelling the flowers.

Richard Bellamy:
[angrily] Oh, damned servants! Why in God's name do we have to put up with them!

James Bellamy:
There's only one place for a regular soldier during wartime, and that's with his regiment at the front line.

Lady Violet Courtney:
What time do we go off duty I asked that head nurse. She looked at me as though I inquired whether she was a virgin. Told me to ask you.

Angela Barclay:
Whether she was a virgin?

Lady Violet Courtney:
I think I can make a daring guess about that.

Richard Bellamy:
[to Hazel] We should speak the truth now and then. We tell too many lies... especially in wartime.

Georgina:
[upset over the death of a patient] I could have been there. That's what nursing's all about - to be there and do what you can even if it isn't much.

Ruby:
[about Bert] Well, he do look comic in those clothes.

Mrs. Bridges:
[miffed] Comic! Do try lookin' at yourself in the mirror lately?

Richard Bellamy:
[to Virginia about the British public school system] We're the only nation in the world that tears the male patrician child from the bosom of his family to be subjected to football, cold baths, and Latin infinitives at the tender age of eight.

[Mr Hudson and Mrs Bridges have just got married in secret and are telling Richard and Virginia Bellamy about it]

Mrs. Kate Bridges - Cook:
It didn't take more than a few minutes, my lady, and it was no worse than going to the dentist.

[Hudson rails against the stock market crash, the government and the prime minister]

Edward Barnes - Chauffeur:
What I don't understand, Mr Hudson, is where the money's gone to. I mean, one minute everyone's rich and they've got gold, money in the bank, shares and all that. And the next minute, they're skint. Well if *they* haven't got it, who has? Gold doesn't disappear into thin air.

Mr. Angus Hudson - Butler:
It's all the fault of this socialist government, Edward. They should never have got rid of Mr Baldwin. Though I say so myself, Ramsay MacDonald is a disgrace to Scotland. Still, I've heard tell the MacDonalds weren't too steady at Culloden, either!

Lady Marjorie Bellamy:
Felicity landed a major.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
Oh, good for Felicity. What did he weigh? [Mr. Bellamy laughs]

Lady Marjorie Bellamy:
Darling, you make him sound like a prize trout. What would James be?

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
A sort of eel perhaps.

Richard Bellamy:
[laughs] And Lawrence? What would he be?

Lady Marjorie Bellamy:
[Becoming concerned] I think this is a silly game.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
[Assertively] No, it isn't. It's illuminating. Lawrence... I think I see Lawrence as... a place.

Lady Marjorie Bellamy:
A place?

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
A place!

Lady Marjorie Bellamy:
Why a place/

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
I don't know. I just see him as one.

Lady Marjorie Bellamy:
I don't think that's very illuminating.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
It is to me.

Richard Bellamy:
[Referring to Elizabeth's moving back home] Darling, are you sure you haven't left in haste? Your mother feels, and i find it hard to disagree with her, that you haven't really given it much time.

Elizabeth Kirbridge:
How much time do you need to know you've made a mistaake?

Mrs. Bridges:
I don't tittle-tattle, Rose. You know me.

Rose:
[Sarcastically] Probably haven't gotten around to it yet.

Richard Bellamy:
Domestic servants are more loyal by nature than Public servants.

Georgina Worsley:
Oh, perhaps it's the feeling of this place, being alone together, miles from anywhere. Coming up here was like going back in time. Peat fires, nursery tea, Bonnie Prince Charlie... But it's all make-believe and make-believe is for children. We did love each other once...

James Bellamy:
We do!

Georgina Worsley:
No, DID. During the war. That's all in the past, darling.

James Bellamy:
Don't take this away from me, Georgina. I haven't anything else.

Richard Bellamy:
[suddenly entering the room] I say, Hudson's just been telling me the most extraordinary thing! You know that small bedroom that's always kept shut up? Well, apparently there's a tradition that Charles Edward Stuart slept there during his wandering before he sailed for Skye! And there's a glass case in there containing a lock of his hair. Of course, if that unfortunate young man had given every lock of his hair kept in his memory in Scotland, he'd be competely bald!

[laughs to himself]

Richard Bellamy:
I think we should have a look at it afterwards, what do you think?

[silent pause]

Richard Bellamy:
Georgina, my dear, you're shivering! Isn't that rather a flimsy dress for this climate?

James Bellamy:
Perhaps a ghost walked over her grave...

McKay:
As one Scot to another, Mr. Hudson, you can depend on it.

Hudson:
You need to be a Scot to know a Scot.

Sir Geoffrey Dillon:
You're skating on thin ice, Richard. don't you realize that?

Richard Bellamy:
[to Hazel] Clubs exist so women and servants can't enter.

Mrs. Bridges:
[speaking of Mr. Bellamy] Things must be bad for him to come in by his own back door.

Mr. Angus Hudson, Butler:
May I take your coat?

Arthur Bellamy:
If you insist.

Mr. Angus Hudson, Butler:
I'm sorry you had to use the door knocker, sir. An electric bell system is being installed.

Arthur Bellamy:
You forget, I am not London born. I think my hand is not so pampered and weak that it needs electricity to help it.

Mr. Angus Hudson, Butler:
[to the repairmen] Learn to use a little more skill and less brute force.

Mrs. Bridges:
And now you'll be punished?

Mr. Angus Hudson, Butler:
[Softly] Yes.

Mrs. Bridges:
That's life. You have to pay for every bit of happiness you have. I sometimes wonder what kind of awful sin we all committed at the beginning.

Mr. Angus Hudson, Butler:
[Reproachfully to Edward who's smoking a pipe] Edward1 tobacco slows the nervous reflexes and yours are quite slow enough! Put that abominable instrument away and lay out two trays.