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Sundays on Paramount+1923 Season 1 Episode 3: "The War Has Come Home" Quotes
Wife: Banner, my God. What happened?
Banner: The fucking Duttons happened.
Jack: So you sell the electricity and then rent all the things that need electricity?
Salesman: More or less.
Jack: We don't need any of these things.
Salesman: Well, they're conveniences. Their use gives you time to do other things.
Jack: What other things?
Salesman: Well, other chores.
Jack: You'll invent machines to do those, and then what do we do?
Salesman: Go on a picnic. Go for a swim. Go to the cinema! You can enjoy a more leisurely life.
Elizabeth: My plan was a beguiling pose on the bed. I fumbled the moment, I'm afraid.
Jack: You haven't fumbled anything.
Alexandra: It doesn't look real. Like I walked into a painting.
Spencer: It's an odd place. Nothin' as beautiful as when the sun rises or right before it sets, but in the middle of the day when the sun heats this place like a hammer.
Alexandra: Well, if it was that hard to ask about a nickname, I won't hold my breath for a proposal.
Spencer: Proposal?
Alexandra: I must say, you appeared much smarter at the bar. A marriage proposal. I won't hold my breath.
Spencer: Hell, I'll ask you that right now. [she laughs] I mean it.
Alexandra: I think this affair might need to mature beyond a day.
Spencer: Why? What for? Are you worried there's things about me you might not like? I can promise you there's plenty.
Alexandra: I didn't hear a question.
Spencer: Marry me.
Alexandra: That's a statement.
Spencer: It's a demand.
Alexandra: You Americans are brutes.
Spencer: Yes, mam.
Alexandra: I will. I'll marry you. Now I would like to see these footprints from the dawn of man. Unless you need to cross naming our children off the list, as well.
Spencer: We should give it some thought. [she laughs]
Alex: When I first saw you, all I saw with this sullen man. I see the boy in you now. I see our boy in you.
Spencer: I see him in you.
Alex: My parents are going to fucking hate you.
Spencer: Mine are going to love you.
Alex: You have parents? I fancied you just crawled from the wilds of America. I rather like my version better.
Alex: I must admit, I had a different vision of how I would do it in. [they chuckle] It's not funny.
Spencer: Darlin, there are not words to describe the pickle we just found ourselves in.
Alex: Is it bad?
Spencer: We need a higher tree.
Alex: This is the highest tree around.
Spencer: That's the pickle.
Alex: What do we do?
Spencer: We wait here to morning, and we pray that a pride of lions or a leopard don't want up this tree, either.
Alex: You think they'd want up the tree while we're in it?
Spencer: We're the reason they want the tree.
Alex: I looked death in the eye, and I didn't feel alive, Spencer. I only felt horror.
Spencer: But you felt. I never said it would be any fun. I just said you'd feel.
Alex: I don't want to feel like that. Do you understand me? I don't ever want to feel like that again.
Spencer: For a long time, that was the only way I could feel 'til I met you. I don't ever want to feel that way again, either.
Alex: It's settled then. Tomorrow you'll find a new job.
Spencer: Honey, that wasn't my job. That was just you and me taking a drive in the country.
Alex: Perhaps I should alter my perspective. The price of making love under the sun twice a day is being attacked by a pride of lions.
Spencer: Three times. The day's not over yet.
It's not nonsense. Someday, women will be shavin' between their legs because some razor company told them to. You watch.
Cara
Spencer must come home now. Get him home. Cara, get him home.
Jacob
Spencer, your brother has been killed. By the time you receive this letter, I suppose your uncle has been killed, as well. Your nephew has been wounded. This ranch and your legacy are in peril. War has descended upon this place and your family. Whatever war you fight within yourself must wait. You must come home and fight this one.
Cara [in writing]
