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Brenda Joyce

Brenda Joyce

Thomas 'Tom' Ransome: I hope I'm not keeping you from your guests.
Fern Simon: Oh, they're not *my* guests. That's mother's idea of "high society." They're all excited because YOU'RE here.
Thomas 'Tom' Ransome: Really? Should I be flattered?
Fern Simon: They say dreadful things about you...
Thomas 'Tom' Ransome: [playfully whispers] What sort of things?
Fern Simon: That you're a drunkard, and a bounder, and a remittance man... They'll hang around you just the same, because your father was an earl.

Myrna Loy

Myrna Loy

Fern Simon: [Lady Esketh is giving away her jewels to Fern] But I can't take them.
Lady Edwina Esketh: Don't be an idiot. If you and Tom have children, your son might be the Earl of Nolan. He'd have a wife, and she could wear them to boring dinner parties, and tell how they'd been left to her by a shameless wench called Lady Esketh, who died in Ranchipur during the Great Disaster of 1938. We're such snobs at home. We like stories like that.

Maria Ouspenskaya

Maria Ouspenskaya

Maharani: [Last lines, spoken to Major Safti, who is assuming leadership of Ranchipur] The time is here, Rama. Your people are waiting.

Maria Ouspenskaya

Maria Ouspenskaya

Maharani: [Major Safti has just been handed an important note] What is it, Major?
Major Rama Safti: It has come sooner than I expected: several cases of the plague in the Sweepers Quarters. On top of that, half the water in Ranchipur must be polluted.
Maharani: Do what you can to keep the plague from spreading. Burn down the whole Quarter if you must.

Maria Ouspenskaya

Maria Ouspenskaya

Maharani: [Regarding what to do about Lady Esketh] I want to do the right thing. I'd trample her without mercy. But then, of course, I was brought up in the hills, where charity is a sign of weakness.


Maria Ouspenskaya

Maria Ouspenskaya

Maharani: What is Lady Esketh doing at the hospital?
Thomas 'Tom' Ransome: Every conceivable filthy and drudging task.
Maharani: Yes, I suppose Miss MacDaid would have seen to that.

Myrna Loy

Myrna Loy

Lady Edwina Esketh: [Noticing a handsome Indian man at a nearby table] Who's the pale copper Apollo?
Thomas 'Tom' Ransome: Major Safti.
Lady Edwina Esketh: Not bad - not bad at ALL.
Thomas 'Tom' Ransome: Well, don't waste your time. He's a surgeon and a scientist. Any interest he *might* have in romance is purely biological.
Lady Edwina Esketh: You make him sound even MORE exciting.

Myrna Loy

Myrna Loy

Lady Edwina Esketh: [Speaking to Tom Ransome] That's why we didn't get on. You've always wanted a woman to treat you like a god. *I* treated you as if you were just as bad as myself.

Myrna Loy

Myrna Loy

Lady Edwina Esketh: I've been hearing dreadful things about you. It seems you've become a shockingly useful citizen.

Myrna Loy

Myrna Loy

Lady Edwina Esketh: Some night you're going to fall flat on your face and people will begin to suspect you drink.

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