Downton Abbey Script Book Season 1 (51 page)

DAISY: Do you think he'll speak out? Do you think we'll have a duchess to wait on? Imagine that!

MRS PATMORE: You won't be ‘waiting' on her, whatever happens.

GWEN: He doesn't look Turkish at all.

ANNA: Well, he doesn't look like any Englishman I've ever met, worse luck. I think he's beautiful.

ISOBEL: What should we call each other?

VIOLET: We could always start with Mrs Crawley and Lady Grantham.

DR CLARKSON: Mrs Drake, the choice is simple. If your husband endures this procedure he may live. If he does not, he will die.

CORA: Are we to be friends, then?

VIOLET: We are allies, my dear. Which can be a good deal more effective.

SYBIL: Why are you so against him?

MARY: Aside from the fact he's planning to steal our inheritance?

EDITH:
Your
inheritance. It makes no difference to Sybil and me. We won't inherit, whatever happens.

MATTHEW: You must have thought me an awful prig when I first arrived.

ROBERT: Not a prig. Just a man thrust into something he'd never wanted or envisaged, clinging for dear life to his old certainties.

VIOLET: The Grantham Cup is awarded to –
she takes a deep breath to steady herself
– to Mr William Molesley for his
Countess Cabarrus
rose.

MARY: You know what all work and no play did for Jack.

MATTHEW: But you think I'm a dull boy, anyway. Don't you?

SYBIL: Good evening, everyone!

STRALLAN: You're so right, Lady Mary. How clever you are. This is exactly what we have to be aware of.

MRS HUGHES: In many ways I wanted to accept. But I'm not that farm girl anymore. I was fattered, of course, but I've changed.

Thomas, William, Gwen and Daisy at the fair. Daisy hangs on Thomas's arm, which is breaking William's heart.