Downton Abbey, Series 2

Mrs. Patmore:
Daisy!? What in God's name are you doing down here at this hour?

Daisy:
I just wanted to check it were all right. That it hadn't, you know, caved in or anything.

Mrs. Patmore:
Caved in? It's a cake, not a souflé.

Daisy:
I know, but I've never made a wedding cake before.

Mrs. Patmore:
Is that the one for tasting?

Daisy:
Yes, Mrs. Patmore. [getting a piece off the shelf]

Mrs. Patmore:
Well, bring it out, we'll give it a try. [after she and Daisy try a bite and both spit it out] What in God's name do you call this?

Daisy:
I don't know. I did everything that you said. I promise.

Mrs. Patmore:
Didn't you taste the mixture? [Daisy shakes her head] Well, then I'm afraid it's time to look at Thomas's ingredients. [walks over to counter and tries something and spits it out] Well, it's two thirds plaster dust. Where's the peel? [Daisy hands it to her] This were old when Adam were a boy. So, Thomas was happy to "let it go", was he? Well, it won't go anywhere near me in future. Chuck the whole bally lot out and we'll have to think again.

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
No doubt you will regard this as rather unorthodox, my pushing into a man's bedroom, uninvited.

Matthew Crawley:
Well, um...

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
It's just I don't want us to be disturbed. [she sits down] I'm sure you know how pleased I am that you will recover after all.

Matthew Crawley:
Thank you.

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
Just as I am delighted that you can once more look forward to a...to a happy married life.

Matthew Crawley:
I'm very lucky.

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
Now, this may come as a surprise but I feel I must say it all the same.

Matthew Crawley:
Please do.

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
Mary is still in love with you.

Matthew Crawley:
What?

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
I was watching her the other night when you spoke of your wedding. She looked like Juliet on awakening in the tomb.

Matthew Crawley:
Mary and I have always had...

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
Of course, I suspected long ago that the flame hadn't quite gone out, but then there was no chance of your recovery and it seemed best to let her try for happiness where she could.

Matthew Crawley:
I quite agree, and Sir Richard is...

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
No, now let's not muddy the pool by discussing Sir Richard. The point is you loved her once. Are you sure you can't love her again?

Matthew Crawley:
Cousin Violet, please don't think I mind your speaking to me in this way. I quite admire it. But consider this: Lavinia came back, against my orders, determined to look after me for the rest of my life, which meant that she would wash me and feed me and do things that only the most dedicated nurse would undertake, and all with no hope of children or any improvement.

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
Yes, yes, it's all very admirable. And I give her full credit.

Matthew:
And giving her that credit, do you think it would be right for me to throw her over because I can walk? To dismiss her because I no longer have need of her services?

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
Spoken like a man of honor, and we will not fall out over this.

Matthew Crawley:
But you don't agree.

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
I would just say one thing. Marriage is a long business. There's no getting out of it for our kind of people. Now, you may live 40, 50 years with one of these two women. Just make sure you have selected the right one.

Tom Branson:
You're very late. Won't they worry?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
They're all so excited, they won't care where I am.

Tom Branson:
I'm pleased. I like Mr. Matthew.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
He announced at dinner that he wants to get married at Downton. Somehow, it made me feel more than ever that the war is really over and it's time to move forward.

Tom Branson:
Do you mean you've made your decision?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Yes. My answer is...that I'm ready to travel and you are my ticket to get away from this house, away from this life.

Tom Branson:
Me?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
No, Uncle Tom Cobley. [they both laugh]

Tom Branson:
I'm sorry. But I've waited so long for those words, I can't believe I'm hearing them. You won't mind burning your bridges?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Mind? Fetch me the matches! [Branson leans forward but stops] Yes, you can kiss me, but that is all until everything is settled.

Tom Branson:
For now, God knows it's enough that I can kiss you. [They kiss]

Carson:
I wrestled with it, m'lord, I don't mind admitting. And I wanted to be there to help Lady Mary, and...

Robert Crawley, Lord Grantham:
And protect her from Sir Richard.

Carson:
Well, I would quite put it like that, but yes, I suppose. Only...

Robert Crawley, Lord Grantham:
Only you felt you couldn't work for a man who would offer a bribe?

Carson:
That is correct, m'lord.

Robert Crawley, Lord Grantham:
Are you quite sure you won't regret it? I know how fond you are of Lady Mary.

Carson:
But I couldn't work for a man that I don't respect. And I certainly couldn't have left Downton for him.

Robert Crawley, Lord Grantham:
I shall take that as a compliment. For myself and for my house.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Doesn't it feel odd to have the rooms back?

Lady Edith Crawley:
And only us to sit in them. I suppose we'll get used to it.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
I don't want to get used to it.

Lady Edith Crawley:
What do you mean?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
I know what it is to work now. To have a full day, to be tired in a good way. I don't want to start dress fittings or paying calls or standing behind the guns.

Lady Edith Crawley:
But how does one escape all that?

Lady Sybil Crawley:
I think I've found a way to escape.

Lady Edith Crawley:
Nothing too drastic, I hope.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
It is drastic. There's no going back once I've done it, but that's what I want. No going back.

Lady Edith Crawley:
I don't want to go back, either.

Lady Sybil Crawley:
Then don't. You're far nice than you were before the war, you know.

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
What on earth's the matter?

Sir Richard Carlisle:
I'm leaving in the morning, Lady Grantham. I doubt we'll meet again.

Lady Violet Crawley, the Dowager Countess:
Do you promise?

Matthew Crawley:
You've lived your life and I've lived mine. And now it's time we lived them together.

Lady Mary Crawley:
We've been on the edge of this so many times, Matthew. Please don't take me there again unless you're sure.

Matthew Crawley:
I am sure.

Lady Mary Crawley:
And your vows to the memory of Lavinia?

Matthew Crawley:
I was wrong. I don't think she wants us to be sad. She was someone who never caused a moment's sorrow in her whole life.

Lady Mary Crawley:
I agree.

Matthew Crawley:
Then will you?

Lady Mary Crawley:
You must say it properly. I won't answer unless you kneel down and everything!

Matthew Crawley:
Lady Mary Crawley, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?

Lady Mary Crawley:
Yes!