Dowager Countess of Grantham

— Then there's no answer.
— Yes, there is, and it's a simple one. The entail must be smashed in its entirety and Mary recognised as heiress of all.
— There's nothing we can do about the title.
— No. She can't have the title, but she can have your money. And the estate. I didn't run Downtown for 30 years to see it go lock, stock and barrel to a stranger from God knows where.

— Robert, dear, I don't mean to sound harsh...
— You may not mean to, but I bet you will.
— Twenty-four years ago you marries Cora, against my wishes, for her money. Give it away now, what was the point of your peculiar marriage in the first place?
— If I were to tell you she'd made me very happy, would that stretch belief?
— It's not why you chose her...

I am not a romantic. But even I will concede that the heart does not exist solely for the purpose of pumping blood.

— What's going on?
— They're forcing me into a morning coat.
— He has no say in it?
— No, he doesn't. And nor do you.