- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: [drolly, after a dinner guest gets food spilled on her and the butler suffers an apparent heart attack, to another guest] You'll find there's never a dull moment with this house.
- Lady Mary Crawley: [referring to Carson] He gave me some advice last night.
- Anna: Was it good advice?
- Lady Mary Crawley: He thinks I should say what I really feel.
- Anna: Sounds a bit wild for Mr. carson. Do you think he's right?
- Lady Mary Crawley: Well, they say that honesty's the best policy. I think you regret being honest less often than you regret telling lies.
- Lady Edith Crawley: I said I could drive the tractor.
- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Edith! You are a *lady*, not Toad of Toad Hall!
- [Lady Sybil and Isobel are proposing setting up a convalescent home at Downton Abbey]
- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I think it's a *ridiculous* idea.
- Lady Sybil Crawley: Why?
- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Because this is a house, not a hospital.
- Lady Mary Crawley: Granny, a convalescent home is where people rest and recuperate.
- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: But if there are relapses. What then? Amputation in the dining room? Rescuscitation in the pantry?
- Cora, Countess of Grantham: It would certainly be the most tremendous disturbance. If you knew how chaotic things are as it is.
- Isobel Crawley: But when there's so much good can be done.
- [Violet stamps her stick on the floor]
- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: I forbid it! To have strange men prodding and prying around the house. To say nothing of pocketing the spoons. It's out of the question.
- Cora, Countess of Grantham: I hesitate to remind you, but this is my house now - Robert's and mine. *We* will make the decision.
- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: [pause] Oh, I see. So now I'm an outsider... who need not be consulted.
- Cora, Countess of Grantham: Since you put it like that, yes.
- Anna: Ethel said you wanted me.
- Molesley: [diffidently] No, no. I just need a word with you.
- Anna: If it's about that book, I'm afraid...
- Molesley: No, no, it's not about the book.
- Anna: What is it then?
- Molesley: I understand that Mr Bates has gone... for good.
- Anna: Yes, I believe that's true.
- Molesley: So I was hoping... we might be able to see a little more of each other.
- Anna: Mr Molesley, I take this as a real compliment...
- Molesley: But it's not going to happen?
- Anna: No. You see, if you had a child, and that child was taken from you, if the child was sent to the moon, there'd never be one day when they were out of your thoughts, nor one moment when you weren't praying for their welfare, even if you knew you'd never see them again.
- Molesley: That's you and Mr Bates?
- Anna: That's me and Mr Bates. But thank you.
- [Thomas is reading the blinded Lt. Courtenay's post aloud to him]
- Thomas Barrow: "Things cannot be as they were and, whatever you might think, Jack has your best interests at heart."
- Lieutenant Edward Courtenay: Stop.
- Thomas Barrow: Who's Jack?
- Lieutenant Edward Courtenay: My younger brother. He means to replace me.
- [laughs quietly]
- Lieutenant Edward Courtenay: It's what he's always wanted.
- Thomas Barrow: [awkwardly] Yeah, well...
- Lieutenant Edward Courtenay: I'm sorry. I mustn't bore you.
- Thomas Barrow: [almost shyly] Don't let 'em walk all over you. You've got to fight your corner.
- Lieutenant Edward Courtenay: What with?
- Thomas Barrow: Your brain. You're not a victim, don't let them make you into one.
- Lieutenant Edward Courtenay: [with a sad smile] You know, when you talk like that, I almost believe you.
- Thomas Barrow: You should believe me. All my life they've... pushed me around... just 'cause I'm different.
- Lieutenant Edward Courtenay: How? Why are you different?
- Thomas Barrow: [glancing at him] Never mind. Look... look, I don't know if you're going to see again or not. But I do know you have to fight back.
- [Edward places an affectionate hand on Thomas' knee, and Thomas covers his hand with his own]
- Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: The truth is neither here nor there. It's the look of the thing that matters.
- [Lady Mary is saying goodbye to Sir Richard at the station]
- Sir Richard Carlisle: I want you to marry me.
- Lady Mary Crawley: Why?
- Sir Richard Carlisle: Because I think very highly of you.
- Lady Mary Crawley: "Very highly". Goodness.
- Sir Richard Carlisle: I mean it. I think we'd do well together. We could be a good team.
- Lady Mary Crawley: Now that sounds better. But I can't help thinking that tradition demands a *little* mention of love.
- Sir Richard Carlisle: Oh I can talk about "love" and "moon" and "June" and all the rest of it if you wish. But we're more than that. We're strong and sharp, and we can build something worth having, you and I, if you'll let us.
- Lady Mary Crawley: Your proposal is improving by leaps and bounds. You must give me some time, but I promise to think about it - properly.
- Sir Richard Carlisle: I'm counting on it.
- [Sir Richard doffs his hat to Lady Mary and gets on the train]
- Lady Rosamund Painswick: But Mary seems to have blotted her copybook in some way. So she needs a suitable marriage that will mend her fences.
- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, how do we know Carlisle is suitable? Who is he? Who'd ever heard of him before the war?
- Lady Rosamund Painswick: Sir Richard is powerful and rich and well on the way to a peerage. Of course, he may not be all that one would wish, but Mary can soon smooth off the rough edges.
- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Well, you should know.
- Lady Rosamund Painswick: What do you mean by that? Marmaduke was a gentleman.
- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Marmaduke was the grandson of a manufacturer.
- Lady Rosamund Painswick: His mother was the daughter of a baronet.
- Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Maybe, but they were no great threat to the Plantagenets.
- Dr. Clarkson: [after the suicide of the blinded officer] He must have smuggled a razor into his bed. There was nothing to be done.
- Lady Sybil Crawley: It's because we ordered him to go.
- Isobel Crawley: We don't know that.
- Dr. Clarkson: This is a tragedy, I don't deny it. But I cannot see what other course was open to me. We have no room for men to convalesce and Farley is the nearest house I can send them to.
- Isobel Crawley: There is a solution and it's staring us in the face. Downton Abbey.
- Dr. Clarkson: Would they ever allow it? Or even consider it?
- Lady Sybil Crawley: I think they would. After this, I think they can be made to.