Gosford Park (2001)

Mr. Jennings: Mr. Meredith.
Barnes: Hmm?
Mr. Jennings: You haven't seen Commander Meredith anywhere, have you?
Barnes: No.
Mr. Jennings: He never came downstairs and he's not in his room.
Barnes: Mr. Jennings, I've washed him and dressed him. If he can't find his way to the drawing room, it isn't my fault.

Constance: Tell me, how much longer are you going to go on making films?
Ivor Novello: I suppose that rather depends on how much longer the public want to see me in them.
Constance: It must be hard to know when it's time to throw in the towel... What a pity about that last one of yours... what was it called?"The Dodger"?
Ivor Novello: The Lodger.
Constance: The Lodger. It must be so disappointing when something just flops like that.

Barnes: Short arse.

Constable Dexter: Sir, someone's traipsed a load of mud in down here.
Inspector Thompson: Not now, Dexter, please.

Constance, Countess of Trentham: He's still got that vile little dog, I see.
Lady Sylvia McCordle: Yes, the ones we hate last forever.

Constance: Bought marmalade? Oh dear, I call that very feeble.

Inspector Thompson: Well, you see, this is why we have rules and regulations, isn't it?

Mary Maceachran: Where's Mrs Croft?
George (First Footman): Always eats with her own staff.
Mary Maceachran: Does she take her pudding to Mrs Wilson's room? Our cook does that.
George (First Footman): Fat chance, they hate each other.

Elsie (Head Housemaid): God, look at this, machine made lace.
Barnes: Hark at her.
Elsie (Head Housemaid): I hate cheap clothes. They're twice the work and they never look as good.

Mary Maceachran: Mr. Parks.
Robert Parks: Robert.
Mary Maceachran: Robert. When you said you'd surprise me, you didn't mean anything by it, did you?
Robert Parks: Why? Don't you like surprises?

Maid: Do you think he's the murderer?
Robert Parks: It's worse than that - he's an actor.

Lavinia Meredith: It makes you sound desperate.
Anthony Meredith: Well, I AM fucking desperate.

Mary Maceachran: What will Lady Sylvia do now?
Lewis: If I were her, I'd set up in London as a glamorous widow with all the gentlemen chasin' me for my money.

Morris Weissman: How do you manage to put up with these people?
Ivor Novello: Well, you forget, I make my living impersonating them.

Lewis: You should know to pack your woollies when you come to this house.

Constance: Has anyone checked her outfit? She's probably in black velvet with a feather in her hair.

Lavinia Meredith: I don't care what's changed or not changed as long as our sons are spared what you all went through.
Lady Sylvia McCordle: Not all. You never fought, did you, William?
Sir William McCordle: I did my bit.
Louisa Stockbridge: Of course you did.
Lady Sylvia McCordle: Well, you made a lot of money but it's not quite the same as charging into the cannon's mouth, is it?

Elsie (Head Housemaid): George?
George (First Footman): They're coming in a minute. The dressing bell's just gone.
Elsie (Head Housemaid): I'm going out of my mind up there. I've read all my magazines twice. You couldn't pinch something out of the library for me? I don't care if it's Horse and Hound, as long as I haven't read it.

Lady Sylvia McCordle: What are you wearing?
Isobel McCordle: Don't you like it? You bought it.
Lady Sylvia McCordle: Did I? How extraordinary of me.

Lady Sylvia McCordle: Please tell me you haven't come with condolences.