- [to Lady Cora]
- Hugh 'Shrimpie' MacClare, Marquess of Flintshire: Love is like riding or speaking French: if you don't learn it young, it's hard to get the trick of it later.
- [Lady Susan's maid, Wilkins, has tried to get Sarah O'Brien drunk by surreptitiously giving her whisky, but Sarah has given it to Molesley who is now cavorting exuberantly and drunkenly on the dance-floor]
- Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham: They do say there's a wild man inside all of us.
- Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: If only he would *stay* inside.
- Matthew Crawley: [about Gregson] Don't dislike him before you know him, That's the landmark of our parents' generation.
- Matthew Crawley: ...I want to tell you that I fall more in love with you every day that passes.
- Lady Mary Crawley: I'll remind you of that next time I scratch the car.
- [Lady Rose comes downstairs in a ballgown with a low neckline]
- Susan MacClare, Marchioness of Flintshire: Rose, you are not wearing that dress, and that is final.
- Lady Rose MacClare: Oh! Daddy, please stick up for me.
- Susan MacClare, Marchioness of Flintshire: She looks like a slut.
- Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Heavens. That's not a word you often hear among the heather.
- Lady Rose MacClare: But Princess Mary has one just like it. It's the fashion now.
- Susan MacClare, Marchioness of Flintshire: Then it is a *mad* fashion. Aunt Violet, tell her.
- Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Oh, my dear, in my time I wore the crinoline, the bustle and the leg-of-mutton sleeve. I'm not in a strong position to criticise.
- Hugh 'Shrimpie' MacClare, Marquess of Flintshire: Rose, take Aunt Violet through to the ballroom now.
- [realizing that Rose has won, Violet gives her a smirk of victory]
- Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: [speaking to Susan about where she and 'Shrimpie' will be posted] Do you know where it will be?
- Susan MacClare, Marchioness of Flintshire: No, but it will be filthy and dirty, and the food will be awful, and there'll be no one to talk to for a hundred square miles.
- Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: [sarcastically] That sounds like a week with my mother-in-law.
- Edna Braithwaite: [dressed to leave with her bags] What have I done? I'm as good as Mr. Branson, and there was nothing, never at all!
- Mrs. Hughes: I'm sure, but there are rules to this way of life, Edna, and if you're not prepared to live by them, then it's not the right life for you.
- Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: [to Cora] Rose's evening had a bumpy start. I'm afraid Susan isn't herself.
- Lady Rose MacClare: [with bitterness when speaking about her mother] But she's absolutely herself... that's the problem.
- Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: [to Cora] Poor souls. It's bad enough parenting a child when you like each other.
- Jos Tufton: [after sampling leftovers from the previous night's dinner] Haven't had food that gppd since the last time I were in Lomdon.
- Mrs. Patmore: [sarcastically] Well, I'm not just a pretty face.
- Jos Tufton: This family's fell on its feet and no mistake. I wouldn't mind eatin' food like that every day.
- Mrs. Patmore: Enough of the flannel! I'll keep the order, but if there's owt amiss, you'll be hearin' from me.
- Jos Tufton: Let's just hope there's somethin' not quite up to scratch.
- Mrs. Patmore: Why d'you say that?
- Jos Tufton: Because I'd like to here from you again, Mrs. Patmore. I would.
- Lady Edith Crawley: How tiny the Glens make one feel...
- Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: [swatting flies] That is the thing about nature, there's so *much* of it.