Michael Palin credited as playing...
Fortescue
- Reverend Fortescue: Deborah, do you know what is meant by "fallen women"?
- Deborah Fitzbanks: Women who have hurt their knees.
- 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]
- [Isabel has been injured]
- Reverend Fortescue: I'm sorry. Dear God, I'm so sorry.
- Lady Isabel Ames: You were only trying to do the decent thing.
- [Fortescue begins to drape his coat around her]
- Lady Isabel Ames: No, don't Charles.
- [He continues anyway]
- Lady Isabel Ames: That's the trouble with you. You're far too decent.
- Lady Isabel Ames: I got it all wrong, didn't I?
- Reverend Fortescue: What do you mean?
- Lady Isabel Ames: I tried to convert the missionary.
- 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: I'm going to remain a missionary.
- Deborah Fitzbanks: But I thought...
- Reverend Fortescue: A missionary IN ENGLAND!
- Deborah Fitzbanks: But everyone's ENGLISH in England.
- Reverend Fortescue: The locals had never seen a bicycle before. They used to call me "The Man on the Starving Horse."