Quotes

The Missionary

Ada: Most o' my boys just want company... a bit o' cheerin' up. I'm like a mother to 'em! Only they can't fuck their mothers so they come 'ere.

Reverend Fortescue: Vicki...
Violet: Violet.
Reverend Fortescue: Er, Violet. Would you and Ruby...
Rosie: Rosie.
Reverend Fortescue: Rosie. Go and clean upstairs, and get some help from the three girls in my bed.

Reverend Fortescue: Isabel?
Lady Isabel Ames: Charles! What are you doing here?
Reverend Fortescue: I've come to stop you.
Lady Isabel Ames: How dare you? How dare you interfere with my plans?
Reverend Fortescue: You mustn't kill him.
Lady Isabel Ames: Why not? What business is it of yours, interfering priest?
Reverend Fortescue: You could hang for it.
Lady Isabel Ames: No one's going to hang. It's a simple shooting accident.
Reverend Fortescue: Isabel, this is England in 1906. People don't go around killing each other just because they don't get on!
Lady Isabel Ames: No, they just endure don't they? Stiff upper lip, that's the British way. I'm sure it wasn't like that in Africa.
Reverend Fortescue: Africa's primitive!
Lady Isabel Ames: Oh, yes. God save us from being primitive.
Reverend Fortescue: There's not so much wrong with the British way, for your class especially.
Lady Isabel Ames: My class? This is not my class, Charles.
Reverend Fortescue: You know what I mean.
Lady Isabel Ames: You don't know what *I* mean.
[Adopts a changed accent and demeanor]
Lady Isabel Ames: You alone, sir? Want some company? Clean and cheap?
[She returns to normal, Fortescue is speechless]
Lady Isabel Ames: Yes. I've disguised it well, haven't I? I had to. The honest tart never gets anywhere. No, they're not my bloody class, thank God!

[Attempting to talk her out of a dangerous plan]
Reverend Fortescue: Isabel, I...
Lady Isabel Ames: Please, don't. I don't want to be understood.
[pauses]
Lady Isabel Ames: Not now.
Reverend Fortescue: What are you going to do? What are you going to gain from this?
[Isabel begins to say something, tearfully sighs, and walks out the door]

The Bishop: I tried to teach the rudiments of rugby football. But it wasn't really their sort of thing. They hang onto the ball for too long. Weeks, sometimes.

Lord Ames: I once had a chap before me who'd been caught stealing from the mess. I ordered every alternate fingernail to be removed, and you know, I still get a card from him every Christmas.

Lord Ames: You see, what I think is wrong with the country today is that there aren't enough people chained up.

Deborah Fitzbanks: Everyone was asking after you. They're all terribly excited about the wedding.
Reverend Fortescue: Wedding?
Deborah Fitzbanks: OUR wedding!
Reverend Fortescue: Oh, yes... Yes.

Reverend Fortescue: I shall be looking after women... Women who are in... moral trouble.
Deborah Fitzbanks: Liars?

Reverend Fortescue: The locals had never seen a bicycle before. They used to call me "The Man on the Starving Horse."

Slatterthwaite: So, with an act of typical dedication, Fortescue finally insured that the Mission to Fallen Women became a reality.

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