February 17, 2013 | 0 Comments
Susan: She looks like a slut! Violet: Oh my. That’s not a word you often hear among the heather.
Susan: She looks like a slut! Violet: Oh my. That’s not a word you often hear among the heather.
Isobel: Are you thinking of getting married, Dr. Clarkson? Because if you are, you’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din.
Alfred: Suppose someone comes in? Jimmy: They’ll find a man sitting in an armchair. They’ll survive it.
Matthew: Ten hours crawling through heather and nothing to show for it. Perhaps it’s a parable for life.
Michael: Edith, my basic fact is that I love you.
Robert: It puzzles me why you choose to employ amateurs like my daughter.
Carson: I don’t believe it. Must I be undermined at every turn?
Violet: My dear, no one can accuse me of being modern, but even I can see that it’s not a crime to be young.
Robert: Bloody hell. Cora: Welcome to the Highlands.
Robert: Let he who is without sin cast the first stone. Are you without sin, Alfred, because I most certainly am not.