February 19, 2012 | 0 Comments
Matthew: Sorry for the vase. Violet: Oh don’t be. It’ was a wedding present from a dreadful, dreadful aunt. I’ve hated it a half a century.
Matthew: Sorry for the vase. Violet: Oh don’t be. It’ was a wedding present from a dreadful, dreadful aunt. I’ve hated it a half a century.
Richard: I’ll be leaving in the morning, Lady Grantham, I doubt it we’ll meet again. Violet: Do you promise?
Daisy: It may be wrong that I’m complaining with Mr. Bates the way he is, but it reminds me that life’s short and I’m wasting mine.
Violet: No fortune? He’s lucky not to be playing the violin in Lester square.
Violet: Nineteen twenty. Is it to be believed? I feel as old as Methuselah. Robert: But so much prettier. Violet: When I think what the…
Cora: Sybil’s pregnant! Robert: I see. So that’s it then. No return. She’s crossed the Rubicon.
Bates: Anna, you must prepare for the worst. I’m not saying it will happen, but you must prepare for it.
Daisy: Don’t you believe in spirits then? Mrs. Hughes: Well, I don’t believe they play board games.
Violet: Oh this is love…what is it? Isobel: What does it look like? Violet: Something for getting stones out of horses hooves? Isobel:…
Richard: Why do we have to help ourselves at luncheon? Robert: It’s Downton tradition. They have our feast at luncheon and we have ours…