Olivia ColmanQuotes

Anthony: Let me explain. My daughter is of the opinion that I can’t manage on my own. So she’s moved in with me. Ostensibly to help me. With this man she met not long ago, just after her divorce, who has a very bad influence on her, I have to tell you.

Anne: Look, what are you talking about, Dad?

Anthony: And now she’d like to convince me that I can’t manage on my own. The next stage will be to send me away I don’t know where... Obviously, it’ll be a much more efficient way of getting hold of my flat.

Anne: Dad...

Anthony: But it’s not going to happen that way. I may as well tell you. I have no intention of leaving any time soon. No, you heard me. I intend to outlive you. Both of you. Yes. Well, I don’t know about you... But my daughter, yes. I shall make a point of it. I’m going to inherit from her. Not the other way round. The day of her funeral, I shall give a little speech to remind everyone how heartless and manipulative she was.

Anne: I’m going to have to move, Dad. I’m going to have to leave London.

Anthony: Really? Why?

Anne: We talked about this. Do you remember?

Anthony: Is that why you’re so keen on this nurse living with me? Well, obviously it is. The rats are leaving the ship.

Anne: I won’t be here, Dad. I won’t be able to come here everyday. You need to understand that.

Anthony: You’re leaving? When? I mean...why?

Anne: I’ve met someone.

Anthony: You?

Anne: Yes.

Anthony: You mean... a man?

Anne: Yes.

Anthony: Really?

Anne: You needn’t sound so surprised.

Anthony: No, it’s just that... since your... What was his name?

Anne: James.

Anthony: That’s right. You have to admit, since James, there hasn’t been a lot of... What’s he do, anyway?

Anne: He lives in Paris. I’m going to go and live there.

Anthony: [pause] What, you? In Paris? You’re not going to do that, are you, Anne? I mean, wake up... They don’t even speak English. Do I know him?

Anne: Yes. You’ve met him.

Anthony: [pause] So, if I understand correctly, you’re leaving me. Is that it? You’re abandoning me...

Anne: Dad...

Anthony: What’s going to become of me?

Abigail: You should lie down.

Queen Anne: You shall speak when asked to! I feel dizzy, I need to hold on to something.

Lady Sarah: Abigail has done this. She does not love you.

Queen Anne: Because how could anyone? She wants nothing from me. Unlike you.

Lady Sarah: She wants nothing from you. And yet somehow she is a lady. With 2000 a year, and Harley sits on your knee most nights.

Queen Anne: I wish you could love me as she does!

Lady Sarah: You wish me to lie to you? "Oh you look like an angel fallen from heaven, your majesty." No. Sometimes, you look like a badger. And you can rely on me to tell you.

Queen Anne: Why?

Lady Sarah: Because I will not lie! That is love!

Abigail: You're so beautiful.

Queen Anne: Stop it, you mock me.

Abigail: I do not. If I were a man, I would ravish you!

Lady Sarah: None for the queen.

Queen Anne: What?

Lady Sarah: Well you cannot have hot chocolate. Your stomach, the sugar inflames it.

Queen Anne: Abigail, hand me that cup!

Lady Sarah: [casually] Do not.

Abigail: I'm sorry I do not know what to do.

Lady Sarah: Oh fine, give it to her. And you can get a bucket and mop for the aftermath.

Lady Sarah: Anne, you are too sensitive.

Queen Anne: And you are too mean and uncaring, some days.

Lady Sarah: Some days I'm quite lovely though. Let's think on them!

Queen Anne: [after her fall] They were all staring, weren't they? I can tell even if I can't see. And I heard the word fat! Fat and ugly!

Lady Sarah: Anne, no one but me would dare and I did not.

Queen Anne: Oh it is fun to be queen sometimes!

Queen Anne: I like when she puts her tongue in me.

Queen Anne: [gets up out of her chair; yells out of the window; music ends as violinists leave the garden; conductor stops and bows to the queen] STOP! ENOUGH! STOP! BEGONE! I COMMAND IT! LEAVE!! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!

Queen Anne: [the servant looks at her] Did you just look at me? Did you!? Look at me. Look at me! HOW DARE YOU!? CLOSE YOUR EYES!

Queen Anne: Some wounds do not close; I have many such.

Hotel Manager: We wish you every success and we hope, you will return to the city as a couple.

The Limping Man: I'm very happy.

Nosebleed Woman: Me, too.

Hotel Manager: Congratulations The course of your relationship will be monitored closely.by our staff and by me personally. If you encounter any problems, any tensions, any arguing, that you cannot resolve yourselves, you will be assigned children. That usually helps, a lot.

Hotel Manager: Now have you thought of what animal you'd like to be if you end up alone?

David: Yes. A lobster.

Hotel Manager: Why a lobster?

David: Because lobsters live for over one hundred years, are blue-blooded like aristocrats, and stay fertile all their lives. I also like the sea very much.

Hotel Manager: Now the fact that you will turn into an animal if you fail to fall in love with someone during your stay here is not something that should upset you or get you down. Just think, as an animal you'll have a second chance to find a companion. But, even then, you must be careful; you need to choose a companion that is a similar type of animal to you. A wolf and a penguin could never live together, nor could a camel and a hippopotamus. That would be absurd.

Met. Sergeant narrating: Police Constable Nicholas Angel: born, schooled in London. Graduated Canterbury University in 1993 with a double first in Politics and Sociology. Attended Hendon College of Police Training and displayed great attitude in field exercises, notably Urban Pacification and Riot Control. Academically excelled in theoretical coursework and final year examinations. Received the Baton of Honour, graduated with distinction into the Metropolitan Police Service and quickly established an effectiveness and popularity within the community. Proceeded to improve skill base with courses in advanced driving and advanced cycling. Became heavily involved in a number of extra-vocational activities and to this day holds the Met record for the hundred metre dash. In 2001, he began active duty with the renowned SO19 Armed Response Unit and received a Bravery Award for efforts in the resolution of Operation Crackdown. In the last twelve months, he has received nine special commendations, achieved highest arrest record for any officer in the Met and sustained three injuries in the line of duty, most recently in December when wounded by a man dressed as Father Christmas.

Joyce Cooper: I hope you had a pleasant trip—fascist!

Reverend Phillip Shooter: [after being shot] Fuck off, grasshopper! Jesus Christ!

Sgt. Tony Fisher: [upon being presented with an obvious murder scene] Hang about, hang about... you're saying this wasn't an accident?

Sgt. Tony Fisher: [after Sgt. Angel lays out a plan of action] Very good. What he said.

DC Andy Cartwright: You wanna be a big cop in a small town? Fuck off up the model village!

DS Andy Wainwright: Murder, murder, murder. Change the fucking record!

Sgt. Turner: [after Angel has arrested three underage drinkers] You really want to, process all this lot? My pen's runnin out.

Michael Armstrong AKA Lurch: Yarp.

Sgt. Turner: [Angel turns to face him, he is literally covered in firearms all over his black suit, he has a tooth pick in his mouth] Oh, Sgt. Angel, someone from London called for you. I'll tell em you'll ring em back.

PC Doris Thatcher: [after knocking Tina unconscious with a 'Slippery When Wet' sign] Nothing like a bit o girl-on-girl.

Sgt. Turner #2: I dunno, nobody tells me nothin'.

Tom Weaver: [while aiming a blunderbuss at Nicholas] You know what you are? A BLOODY BUSYBODY!