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I Surrendered 'quotes'
I did say, spamming, didn't I?
Probably too random to be of any interest, but doing the 30 Days Meme over on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
isurrendered ended up with me rifling through my scribbled sheets of paper for the two shows for likely 'quotes' and scenes, plus taking some from the snippets I did before. (And somewhere in the process, I've LOST some of them. This is why, of course, you should never have things lying around on loose bits of paper.)
Enigma House
Mary: I’m probably the perfect serial killer, if only I could remember the details.
Mary (sulkily): You don't know - I could be dead.
Harrison: Fine. Let’s go and discuss it outside in the sunshine where everyone can stare at us and think we’re crazy.
Claudius: Now, if I were alive -.
Mia: If this is going where I think it’s going, you’d need to be at least 30 years younger as well, preferably a bit taller and much better looking while you’re at it.
Claudius: Dead men can dream. Besides, I was a dashing young thing in my day.
Mia: No, you weren’t.
Claudius (sighing): No, I really wasn’t.
Mia: Did you actually want anything?
Claudius: Yes, I did. Much as I resent being treated as if I’m Lassie in these situations, there seems to be some trouble with Meg Howell, and I can’t find young Mary anywhere.
Mia: And you stood there trying bad chat up lines before you thought to say that?
Mary: I’m sorry, Mr Canning, but it seems to be an actual murder. You’re sure you didn’t -.
Canning: What, accidentally stab someone with this knife I didn’t even have before the lights came back on and not notice?
Mary: I was going to say, are you sure you didn’t see anything?
Mary [to the corpse]: Are you talking to me?
Deadman: 'Course not. I'm dead. It's one of those things you can't do when you're a corpse, like - well - pretty much everything when you come down to it.
Mary: Do you ever think you're the one who's alive, and I'm the one who's dead?
Deadman: I'm only here when I'm here. Do I look alive to you?
Addy Larcombe (arguing with Harrison over Mary): And are you taking her to the hospital?
Harrison: You know exactly where I'm taking her. Feel free to come with me. I'm not hiding anything.
Mary: Well, aren't you going to say something?
Harrison: I was only thinking, before I do, I should ask you what your name is. Mary? Jane? Esmerelda?
Meg Howell: Trust your instincts, dear. They seem to be all you have left.
Claudius: And that fellow in the bathroom, talking to you. I don't think much of that, either. Who is he?
Mary: He says to call him Deadman.
Claudius: Very original, I don't think. And so he appears and drops clues, is that it?
Mary: Yes. And sometimes... he kind of flirts.
Meg Howell: You had a narrow escape, I'd say. The detective as murderer is rather too classic a nightmare, wouldn't you agree? Argent doesn't worry about subtle so much as something that will work.
Harrison: Meg, will you marry me?
Meg: That's a bit reckless of you, Inspector. What would you do if I said yes?
Harrison: Oh, yes, that's right: there's a demon in the hotel. Stuff it, Mary. Just go. Try a priest, not a policeman.
Mia: You like Mary, don't you?
Harrison: Now is hardly the time.
Mia: Well, neither of us is going anywhere, and the only way I could have a conversation like this with you is if you couldn't get away in a hurry, so it seems like the perfect time to me.
Harrison: Mia, I don't know what goes on in the soap opera in your head, but I'd rather you helped me get the door open.
Mia: Didn't you listen to anything I just said?
Harrison: Yes, but I'm damn well trying to get out anyway!
Mia (as Claudius appears): Don't do that, Caspar.
Claudius: Uncle Claudius.
Mia: Yeah, right, like I'm calling you that, Mr Dickinson. You might as well call me Minnie Mouse.
Claudius: I think the ears would suit you.
Mary: Argent's defeated, Deadman's alive, and I know who I am.
Harrison: Well, that's good, then.
Mary: I knew you'd come out with some incredible understatement.
Mary: Personally, that's all just coincidence, if you ask me. Nothing but melodrama - and that's not really the basis for anything, is it?
*
Cloak and Dagger
(John and Kate on his being forced into a duel)
John: "I’d rather not have told you.”
Kate: “So the first I was to hear of it was a note to inform me that you have fled for the Continent where you no doubt expected me to join you?”
John: “Well, either that or the other."
Kate: “Oh, I have too much proper wifely feeling to doubt your capabilities – and, in any case, I refuse to contemplate the alternative."
Kate: “I am sadly deceived, for I had expected you to be Master in your own house at the least.”
Kate: You need not fear. It will be a little difficult to keep my composure throughout but I shall remind myself that there is unhappily no assurance I shall soon be a wealthy widow, after all, and that will suitably dampen my spirits.”
*
John: “If the truth be told, he should never have married her. Why a man of his nature and age, who for all his harshness was not lacking in sense, should have thought marriage to a girl barely out of the schoolroom would answer, I have no notion.”
Kate: “I imagine that either she was very beautiful, or her family were very rich – or possessed of neighbouring lands, or possibly all three.”
Kate: "And I am very sorry, but I have shot a man!"
John: How to say this? I find Katherine everything that is admirable, but I should very much like the chance to become better acquainted with Kate.
Kate: It seems to me that the greatest danger in this matter is that I will be presented with a bill that I cannot pay.
John: Grandmama. You are looking very well for someone who was lying on her death bed only a few weeks past.
Bess Harville: That, John, is a very unfeeling comment. The doctor had quite given me up, I assure you. Besides, it seems to be the only means of making my family visit me these days.
Hugh: How d'you know such a fellow?
Jenny (sarcastically): Yes, a grand lady like me shouldn't know anyone of his sort.
Hugh: Oh, I know you think me an ignoramus.
Jenny: I don't even know what that is.
Hugh: Well, I ain't one. But don't try and tell me that anywhere you had to live wouldn't be a sight better kept, for I shan't swallow such a fib.
Sophy: I know very well when Kate likes a person, and so should you. And I am not reading too many novels - this is a perfectly respectable, boring book!
John: Good Lord, is it? Sophy, what came over you?
John: I have done her no harm.
Sophy: No, save for being unfeeling, and thinking the worst of her, and not caring a button about her after all, which I thought you did. So I am sadly disappointed in you, and I cannot be your friend, even if it is not the thing to say so!
John: Yes, that is very bad of me.
John (to his valet): I had quite thought to find you had given notice in my absence.
Goodridge: I will not deny I was approached by a gentleman of the first stare, one not so resistant to certain modes of fashion. However, on reflection, I was forced to turn him down. The inadequacies of his figure would forever have been a reproach to me.
John: I'm overcome.
Hugh (to Kate): And I'm glad to see you, too, but I'd rather you let go. You're crumpling my coat, and as for my neckcloth -
John: I see: You were concerned for Hugh. I should have learned by now to expect nothing less of a Longville. Naturally your concern prompted you to deceive Greenholt, steal a weapon, and shoot a man. I daresay Sophy would do no less.
Hugh: All he needs must do is wait for that fat old husband of hers to die, and then there's no call for any more tragedy airs.
John: I'm glad to hear you've been dealing with your brother's predicament with such sympathy, Longville.
Hugh: I think even my sorry life should be enough to warrant two ribbons.
Jenny: Are you foxed?
Hugh: No. Sounds an idea - much better than listening to m'brother talk about a flighty girl as an angel.
(One of these is at least a bit nicked from Georgette Heyer, though...)
Probably too random to be of any interest, but doing the 30 Days Meme over on
isurrendered ended up with me rifling through my scribbled sheets of paper for the two shows for likely 'quotes' and scenes, plus taking some from the snippets I did before. (And somewhere in the process, I've LOST some of them. This is why, of course, you should never have things lying around on loose bits of paper.)Enigma House
Mary: I’m probably the perfect serial killer, if only I could remember the details.
Mary (sulkily): You don't know - I could be dead.
Harrison: Fine. Let’s go and discuss it outside in the sunshine where everyone can stare at us and think we’re crazy.
Claudius: Now, if I were alive -.
Mia: If this is going where I think it’s going, you’d need to be at least 30 years younger as well, preferably a bit taller and much better looking while you’re at it.
Claudius: Dead men can dream. Besides, I was a dashing young thing in my day.
Mia: No, you weren’t.
Claudius (sighing): No, I really wasn’t.
Mia: Did you actually want anything?
Claudius: Yes, I did. Much as I resent being treated as if I’m Lassie in these situations, there seems to be some trouble with Meg Howell, and I can’t find young Mary anywhere.
Mia: And you stood there trying bad chat up lines before you thought to say that?
Mary: I’m sorry, Mr Canning, but it seems to be an actual murder. You’re sure you didn’t -.
Canning: What, accidentally stab someone with this knife I didn’t even have before the lights came back on and not notice?
Mary: I was going to say, are you sure you didn’t see anything?
Mary [to the corpse]: Are you talking to me?
Deadman: 'Course not. I'm dead. It's one of those things you can't do when you're a corpse, like - well - pretty much everything when you come down to it.
Mary: Do you ever think you're the one who's alive, and I'm the one who's dead?
Deadman: I'm only here when I'm here. Do I look alive to you?
Addy Larcombe (arguing with Harrison over Mary): And are you taking her to the hospital?
Harrison: You know exactly where I'm taking her. Feel free to come with me. I'm not hiding anything.
Mary: Well, aren't you going to say something?
Harrison: I was only thinking, before I do, I should ask you what your name is. Mary? Jane? Esmerelda?
Meg Howell: Trust your instincts, dear. They seem to be all you have left.
Claudius: And that fellow in the bathroom, talking to you. I don't think much of that, either. Who is he?
Mary: He says to call him Deadman.
Claudius: Very original, I don't think. And so he appears and drops clues, is that it?
Mary: Yes. And sometimes... he kind of flirts.
Meg Howell: You had a narrow escape, I'd say. The detective as murderer is rather too classic a nightmare, wouldn't you agree? Argent doesn't worry about subtle so much as something that will work.
Harrison: Meg, will you marry me?
Meg: That's a bit reckless of you, Inspector. What would you do if I said yes?
Harrison: Oh, yes, that's right: there's a demon in the hotel. Stuff it, Mary. Just go. Try a priest, not a policeman.
Mia: You like Mary, don't you?
Harrison: Now is hardly the time.
Mia: Well, neither of us is going anywhere, and the only way I could have a conversation like this with you is if you couldn't get away in a hurry, so it seems like the perfect time to me.
Harrison: Mia, I don't know what goes on in the soap opera in your head, but I'd rather you helped me get the door open.
Mia: Didn't you listen to anything I just said?
Harrison: Yes, but I'm damn well trying to get out anyway!
Mia (as Claudius appears): Don't do that, Caspar.
Claudius: Uncle Claudius.
Mia: Yeah, right, like I'm calling you that, Mr Dickinson. You might as well call me Minnie Mouse.
Claudius: I think the ears would suit you.
Mary: Argent's defeated, Deadman's alive, and I know who I am.
Harrison: Well, that's good, then.
Mary: I knew you'd come out with some incredible understatement.
Mary: Personally, that's all just coincidence, if you ask me. Nothing but melodrama - and that's not really the basis for anything, is it?
*
Cloak and Dagger
(John and Kate on his being forced into a duel)
John: "I’d rather not have told you.”
Kate: “So the first I was to hear of it was a note to inform me that you have fled for the Continent where you no doubt expected me to join you?”
John: “Well, either that or the other."
Kate: “Oh, I have too much proper wifely feeling to doubt your capabilities – and, in any case, I refuse to contemplate the alternative."
Kate: “I am sadly deceived, for I had expected you to be Master in your own house at the least.”
Kate: You need not fear. It will be a little difficult to keep my composure throughout but I shall remind myself that there is unhappily no assurance I shall soon be a wealthy widow, after all, and that will suitably dampen my spirits.”
*
John: “If the truth be told, he should never have married her. Why a man of his nature and age, who for all his harshness was not lacking in sense, should have thought marriage to a girl barely out of the schoolroom would answer, I have no notion.”
Kate: “I imagine that either she was very beautiful, or her family were very rich – or possessed of neighbouring lands, or possibly all three.”
Kate: "And I am very sorry, but I have shot a man!"
John: How to say this? I find Katherine everything that is admirable, but I should very much like the chance to become better acquainted with Kate.
Kate: It seems to me that the greatest danger in this matter is that I will be presented with a bill that I cannot pay.
John: Grandmama. You are looking very well for someone who was lying on her death bed only a few weeks past.
Bess Harville: That, John, is a very unfeeling comment. The doctor had quite given me up, I assure you. Besides, it seems to be the only means of making my family visit me these days.
Hugh: How d'you know such a fellow?
Jenny (sarcastically): Yes, a grand lady like me shouldn't know anyone of his sort.
Hugh: Oh, I know you think me an ignoramus.
Jenny: I don't even know what that is.
Hugh: Well, I ain't one. But don't try and tell me that anywhere you had to live wouldn't be a sight better kept, for I shan't swallow such a fib.
Sophy: I know very well when Kate likes a person, and so should you. And I am not reading too many novels - this is a perfectly respectable, boring book!
John: Good Lord, is it? Sophy, what came over you?
John: I have done her no harm.
Sophy: No, save for being unfeeling, and thinking the worst of her, and not caring a button about her after all, which I thought you did. So I am sadly disappointed in you, and I cannot be your friend, even if it is not the thing to say so!
John: Yes, that is very bad of me.
John (to his valet): I had quite thought to find you had given notice in my absence.
Goodridge: I will not deny I was approached by a gentleman of the first stare, one not so resistant to certain modes of fashion. However, on reflection, I was forced to turn him down. The inadequacies of his figure would forever have been a reproach to me.
John: I'm overcome.
Hugh (to Kate): And I'm glad to see you, too, but I'd rather you let go. You're crumpling my coat, and as for my neckcloth -
John: I see: You were concerned for Hugh. I should have learned by now to expect nothing less of a Longville. Naturally your concern prompted you to deceive Greenholt, steal a weapon, and shoot a man. I daresay Sophy would do no less.
Hugh: All he needs must do is wait for that fat old husband of hers to die, and then there's no call for any more tragedy airs.
John: I'm glad to hear you've been dealing with your brother's predicament with such sympathy, Longville.
Hugh: I think even my sorry life should be enough to warrant two ribbons.
Jenny: Are you foxed?
Hugh: No. Sounds an idea - much better than listening to m'brother talk about a flighty girl as an angel.
(One of these is at least a bit nicked from Georgette Heyer, though...)
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These are fun!
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But they were randomly posted in comments, so I thought I'd make a proper post. Glad someone else found them of passing interest. :-D
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*giggles*
(I know I'm way out of balance on the asking-and-receving-fic scale, but I'd never say no to more Enigma House!)
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My writing is so random at the moment, who knows?