Tom Jones (1963)
Hugh Griffith: Squire Western
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Quotes
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Squire Western : [At the cemetery: shrugging indifferently as Bridget Blifil has just been laid to rest] Well, there's another one gone.
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Squire Western : Madam, I despise your politics as much as I do a fart.
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Squire Western : Sophie, sing us one of your jolly songs.
Sophie Western : Not tonight, Father. I have a headache.
Squire Western : Let's have "St George, He Was for England" or "Bobbing Joan". That's a good song for tonight, eh? None of your old Handel now, my little darling.
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Squire Western : I've lost my only daughter. My poor Sophie, the joy of my heart. Little did I think, when I loved him as a sportsman, that he was all the while a-poaching my daughter!
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Squire Western : You lickerish dog, you! Where is she? Where's Tom's pussy? Puss, puss, puss, puss... Where's Tom's pussy? Puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss...
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Squire Western : [kicking the bucket box] Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Sophie Western : No, no, no, no, no! I will not marry that idiot! To force me to do so would be to kill me!
Squire Western : Then die and be damned!
[Sophie began to cries and running away]
Squire Western : Oh, damn me! What a misery it is to have daughters, when a man has a good mare and dogs.
[turns to Tom Jones]
Squire Western : Tom? That pig-headed hussy, dares to refuse to marry Mr. Blifil. I'll turn her penniless out-of-doors, if she doesn't. Go to her, lad, and see what you can do.
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Miss Western : You are such a boor.
[he misunderstands her comment]
Squire Western : A boar? I am no boar!
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Squire Western : [commenting on Sophie's playing the harpsichord] You play like an angel.
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Squire Western : Tom is the father of that bastard! Aye! As sure as tuppence, Tom is the bastard's father!
Sophie Western : Father...
Squire Western : Odds zodikins! What a little whoremaster that boy is!
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Sophie Western : Lord Fellamar?
Lord Fellamar : Miss Western, It is I.
[Sophie Western scoffs]
Lord Fellamar : I fear I break in upon you abruptly.
Sophie Western : Indeed, my lord. I am a little surprised.
Lord Fellamar : Love... Love has deprived me of all reason.
Sophie Western : My lord, I neither understand your words nor your behavior.
Lord Fellamar : You're the most adorable, divine creature.
Sophie Western : I do assure you, my lord, I shall not wait to hear any more.
Lord Fellamar : If I were master of the world, I would lay it at your feet!
Sophie Western : My lord, I beg you to stop.
[Fellamar grabs her hands]
Sophie Western : Let go my hand. I will never see you again.
Lord Fellamar : Then, madam, we must make the best use of this moment.
Sophie Western : What'd you mean?
[He began to squeezes her, she screaming]
Lord Fellamar : I have no fear but not to losing you, madam.
[began to fighting Sophie Western, she screaming. Squire Western enters his house, asking a boy where she is]
Squire Western : Where is she? Damn me, if I won't unkennel of her now.
[Lord Fellamar and Sophie Western continues to fighting, They enter his room, Squire Western roars, they reacts]
Sophie Western : Father!
Lord Fellamar : Your father?
Squire Western : Yes, and who in hell are you?
Lord Fellamar : I, sir, am Lord Fellamar. I am the happy man whom I hope you will accept as your son-in-law.
Squire Western : You're a son of a whore, for all your fancy fol-de-rols!
Lord Fellamar : I resent your tone, sir.
Squire Western : Resent, my arse! I'll teach you to father-in-law in me.
[grabs Sophie Western]
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Squire Western : Will you stop bobbing up and down, girl!
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Squire Western : Odds zodikins, it's me sister's coach. What brings her from London? I hope the old bitch has gone to bed.
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Miss Western : Brother, as I am here to stay a while, I shall sign a peace treaty with you.
Squire Western : Sister, I've often warned you not to talk that court gibberish to me.
Miss Western : I pity your country ignorance from my heart.
Squire Western : And I despise your citified claptrap! I'd rather be anything than a courtier, or a... or a Presbyterian, or a crawler...
Miss Western : If you mean me, I'm a woman of...
Squire Western : Yes, and a good thing for you that you are. If you were a man, I'd have lent you a flick long ago!
Miss Western : Brother, I think you are a perfect goat.
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Squire Allworthy : I'm sorry to hear you say this.
Squire Western : A pox on your sorrow!
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Squire Western : Keep the rascal away from my house until I lock the wench up.
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Squire Western : You let her out of her room after I locked her in?
Miss Western : Women are convinced by reason, not by force.
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Miss Western : As soon as she came back to live with you, Brother, she imbibed these romantic notions.
Squire Western : You don't imagine, do you, that I taught her such things?
Miss Western : Your ignorance, Brother, as the great Milton says, almost subdues my patience.
Squire Western : Damn Milton!
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Squire Western : Who in hell are you?
Lord Fellamar : I, sir, am Lord Fellamar, the happy man whom I hope you will accept as your son-in-law.
Squire Western : You're a son of a whore, for all your fancy falderals!
Lord Fellamar : I resent your tone, sir.
Squire Western : Resent, me arse! I'll teach you to father-in-law me!
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Squire Western : Tom, thou art as hearty a cock as any in the kingdom. Go on, after your mistress.