February 10, 2013 | 0 Comments
Robert: I mean, if I shouted blue murder every time someone tried to kiss me at Heaton I’d have gone hoarse in a month. What a tiresome…
Robert: I mean, if I shouted blue murder every time someone tried to kiss me at Heaton I’d have gone hoarse in a month. What a tiresome…
Isobel: She hates London so she’s coming to her Great Aunt in Yorkshire to have a good time. How original.
Thomas: I’m not foul Mr. Carson. I’m not the same as you, but I’m not foul.
Cora: What’s the matter, Robert? Are you afraid you’ll be converted while you’re not looking?
Robert: What’s betting we’ll have a chorus of Molly Malone before we finish.
Mary: But what about Papa? I do love him. Matthew: Love him, by all means. But believe in me.
Jimmy: Can’t a red-blooded man compliment a pretty girl? Carson: Not at breakfast for goodness sake.
Thomas: Funny. We’re quite a pair, aren’t we? We both like to look very sure of ourselves, but we’re not so sure underneath, are we?
Edith: I don’t want to fall out with Papa, but I don’t want to be invisible, either. I’ve had enough of it.
Alfred: They’re showing a movie tonight in the village, down east. It’s about woman who survives in the wilderness by her own wits and…