January 6, 2014 | 0 Comments
Edith: But Germany? After four years of fighting, you’d join the most hated race in Europe to get a divorce – for me?
Edith: But Germany? After four years of fighting, you’d join the most hated race in Europe to get a divorce – for me?
Violet: Really? I can only say that while I will overlook Mary’s poor judgment, I will not overlook yours.
Carson: You’re letting yourself be defeated, milady. I’m sorry if it’s a lapse to say so, but someone has to.
Violet: Just because you’re an old widow, I see no necessity to eat off a tray.
Isobel: But you see, when your only child dies, you’re not a mother anymore. You’re not anything really, and that’s what I’m trying to…
Tom: She loved him very much. Robert: And the price of great love is great misery when one of you dies. Tom: I know that. Robert: Of…
Daisy: But bein’ a nanny. You’re not one of the family, but you’re not one of us either.
Mary: I hope I’m allowed to be your Mary Crawley for all of eternity and not Edith’s version, or not anyone else’s for that matter.
Matthew: Hello my dearest little chap. I wonder if he has any idea how much joy he brings with him.
Robert: They do say there’s a wild man inside all of us. Violet: If only he would stay inside.