Downton Abbey: Yeni Çağ

Stop that noise. I can't hear myself die. [The Dowager's last words]

[to Mary] Women like us fall into two categories: dragons and fools. You must make sure they think of you as a dragon.

[to Cora, sobbing] My God. To lose my mother and my name. Must I lose you, too? I can't bear it.

You don't need me to tell you that marriage is a novel, not a short story. Full of plot twists along the way.

[proudly] They'd better be warned. The British are coming!

[regarding filming a movie at the Downton home] I think it's a horrible idea! Actresses plastered in make-up, and actors just plastered, scrambling over our things. We'd have to keep counting the spoons in the pantry.

Filming must be the slowest occupation known to man. It makes a glacier look impatient.

It's more than that. For me, Hollywood is the ultimate dream factory. And I need dreams as much as the next man.

With the money, we can bring the house up to snuff to match what we've spent on the estate. And enter the 1930s with our heads held high.