Character: Mary Crowley

- What's in the sandwiches?

- I'm just not as sad as I could be. And that makes me sad.

I love you so much that was ready to kill you for your indifference, but this is my revenge much sweeter. I'm not one of noble souls; I love you, but I want to interset you cruel torture.

I'm old, I have only one left - time.

- What could be hitting this Holy man so much that he did Jilly axis of its activities?
I don't know. Something extraordinary? The sudden salvation of thousands of souls at once, suddenly opened the gift to heal the lame and the blind... But the time of miracles has passed.
- Well, come on, I highly doubt it. Just the Lord God changed the technique. In our days he uses money.

Curiously, very many priests as beautiful as Adonis, and attracted to women irresistible, like don Juan. Maybe because they take a vow of celibacy, they are afraid, can not be brought before the trouble is charm?

- Why did you apologize to that servant? Not his business what we are doing.
I always apologize when wrong. Habit.

Sometimes I think we have to make a scene if something really matters to us is.
Is not English.
Alas. Sometimes I envy those southerners who know how to cry, tear my hair and throw on a fresh grave. I bet that after that they feel much better.
- I doubt it. I think that if once you let the feelings out, then back will not stick.

- I may be a socialist, but I'm not crazy.
- I'm not sure Papa knows the difference.

I just want to say that lady Sybil is entitled to their own opinion.
No, it doesn't until she is married - then her husband will be telling her what her opinion is.

- And you? What about your heart?
- Haven't you heard? I have no heart, know all about it.
- Not me, m'lady.

For a moment, what seemed gold turns to dust.

- You have to tell it right. I will not answer until you go down on knee and everything.
- Lady Mary Crawley, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
- Yes!

- You're contradicting yourself.
Mary, I'm a woman. I can be as contrary as you like.