Waiting for God1990

[last lines]

Diana:
Right, you lot. Now, you may think I shall be falling off my perch one day soon, and I'm sure that one day that joyous occasion may come to pass. But have no fear; let me introduce you to my great-niece, the next Diana, the new Diana, the Diana of the future, who will, I trust, carry the torch of stubborn bloody-mindedness, murder and mayhem well into the next century. I give you... Diana.

Harvey Bains:
Not another one.

Diana:
Come on then, Tom.

Tom:
OK, everybody, gather round. Come on. All right everyone.

Diana:
All right then, Geoffrey.

Tom:
Smile!

Diana:
[Baby Diana cries a bit] Shut up, Diana.