- What gift do you think a good servant has that separates them from the others? It's the gift of anticipation. And I'm a good servant. I'm better than good. I'm the best. I'm the perfect servant. I know when they'll be hungry and the food is ready. I know when they'll be tired and the bed is turned down. I know it before they know it themselves.
- Difficult colour, green.
- Oh God, I hate shooting. Why does one have to do these things?
- Bought marmalade? Oh dear, I call that very feeble.
Raymond Stockbridge: Well I think it's ridiculous. I'm here to shoot.
Louisa Stockbridge: Darling, it's a relief to me to sit next to someone who isn't deaf in one ear.
Raymond Stockbridge: How's that?
Lady Trentham: What shirt have you brought?
Mary Maceacran: The green with the pink stripe.
Lady Trentham: Oh no, dear, no. No, that's quite wrong. Always something very plain for country sports, the one I wore today will do.
Mary Maceacran: But it's soiled.
Lady Trentham: Well, you can wash it, can't you?
Mary Maceacran: What was her family like?
Elsie: What you'd expect, toffee-nosed and useless. Her father was the Earl of Cardon, which sounds good except he didn't have a pot to piss in.
Lady Sylvia McCordle: What are you wearing?
Isobel McCordle: Don't you like it? You bought it.
Lady Sylvia McCordle: Did I? How extraordinary of me.
Isobel McCordle: Don't be such a snob, Aunt Constance.
Lady Trentham: Me? I haven't a snobbish bone in my body.
Henry Weissman: How do you put up with these people?
Ivor Novello: You forget I earn my living by impersonating them.
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