Tom Jones (1963)
David Tomlinson: Lord Fellamar
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Quotes
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Sophie Western : Lord Fellamar?
Lord Fellamar : Miss Western, It is I.
[Sophie Western scoffs]
Lord Fellamar : I fear I break in upon you abruptly.
Sophie Western : Indeed, my lord. I am a little surprised.
Lord Fellamar : Love... Love has deprived me of all reason.
Sophie Western : My lord, I neither understand your words nor your behavior.
Lord Fellamar : You're the most adorable, divine creature.
Sophie Western : I do assure you, my lord, I shall not wait to hear any more.
Lord Fellamar : If I were master of the world, I would lay it at your feet!
Sophie Western : My lord, I beg you to stop.
[Fellamar grabs her hands]
Sophie Western : Let go my hand. I will never see you again.
Lord Fellamar : Then, madam, we must make the best use of this moment.
Sophie Western : What'd you mean?
[He began to squeezes her, she screaming]
Lord Fellamar : I have no fear but not to losing you, madam.
[began to fighting Sophie Western, she screaming. Squire Western enters his house, asking a boy where she is]
Squire Western : Where is she? Damn me, if I won't unkennel of her now.
[Lord Fellamar and Sophie Western continues to fighting, They enter his room, Squire Western roars, they reacts]
Sophie Western : Father!
Lord Fellamar : Your father?
Squire Western : Yes, and who in hell are you?
Lord Fellamar : I, sir, am Lord Fellamar. I am the happy man whom I hope you will accept as your son-in-law.
Squire Western : You're a son of a whore, for all your fancy fol-de-rols!
Lord Fellamar : I resent your tone, sir.
Squire Western : Resent, my arse! I'll teach you to father-in-law in me.
[grabs Sophie Western]
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Lord Fellamar : Madam. Miss Western is hardly encouraging.
Lady Bellaston : My dear lord, you certainly need a cordial. Fie upon it. Have more resolution. Are you frightened by the word "rape"?
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Squire Western : Who in hell are you?
Lord Fellamar : I, sir, am Lord Fellamar, the happy man whom I hope you will accept as your son-in-law.
Squire Western : You're a son of a whore, for all your fancy falderals!
Lord Fellamar : I resent your tone, sir.
Squire Western : Resent, me arse! I'll teach you to father-in-law me!