Favorite Downton Abbey Quotes
Mary: I hope this means you're boiling up to make a pass before we're done.
Henry Talbot: Probably. But will you accept?
Mary: No. But I shall enjoy the process enormously.
Carson: Home again at last. I feel I've been away for months.
Mrs. Hughes: Very flattering, I don't think!
Anna: Bad harvest, bad harvest.
Bates: What does that mean?
Anna: In the old days, when the crop was good, the farmers used to shout "Bad harvest!" so the gods wouldn't grow jealous of their luck and destroy them.
Bates (shouts): Bad harvest!
Anna: That ought to do it.
Henry: Oh, I'll tell you who was talking about you the other day. Evelyn Napier.
Mary: Oh, how is he?
Henry: He's well. Still single, of course, and, I suspect, still pining for you.
Mary: He will pine in vain, but I'm very fond of him.
Henry: La Belle Dame sans Merci. (The beautiful woman without mercy.)
Tom: What does that mean?
Henry: It means Lady Mary knows what she's about.
Tom: You are funny.
Mary: What do you mean?
Tom: The way you have to keep making reasons for why you'll meet. You to watch him drive cars, 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?"
Bertie: I suppose you've guessed how much I like you.
Edith: You don't know me.
Bertie: I know you enough to think about you all the time when we're apart.
Robert: I'm afraid Mama seems to see this argument as the last battle, the last big fight of her life. If she loses, there'll be hell to pay.
Cora: Then there'll be hell to pay.
But what on earth can we show them to give them their money's worth? Lady Grantham knitting? Lady Mary in the bath?
Robert
Thomas: Mr. Carson, how long do I have to work in this house before I am given any credit?
Carson: That is all very well, but we are talking about a vulnerable young man, and I must look to his welfare.
Thomas: Yes, and if I were to give you my word of honor that nothing took place of which you would disapprove?
Carson: If I could just be sure.
Thomas: So my word is still not good enough, Mr. Carson, after so many years?
Carson: I only wish it were.
Tom: Why don't you come with us?
Edith: And watch Mary flirt with her oily driver? No, thank you.
Tom: Can't you be pleased for her?
Edith: I'm as pleased for her as she would be for me.
Henry: Look, I know I'm not what you're after. My prospects are modest at best, and you... Well, you're a great catch. But you're also a woman that I happen to be falling in love with. Gosh, that sounds rather feeble, doesn't it?
Mary: No, not at all. As an argument, I think it's rather compelling.
Mary: Why are you playing Cupid?
Tom: He's nice, he's mad about you and he loves cars. I rest my case.
