Parade's End2012

[at breakfast, Reverend Duchemin is about to say grace, but he is drunk and becoming very offensive]

Reverend Duchemin:
[to MacMaster] You look tired. Worn out. I detect the pallor of self-abuse.

[Reverend Horsley splutters as he drinking a cup of tea]

Christopher Tietjens:
[mutters to Valentine Wannop] Don't turn round. Vincent MacMaster is quite capable.

Reverend Duchemin:
Post coitum tristia. Ah, the sorrows of spent semen. Boys - or girls in your case.

Parry:
Sir, your fish is getting cold. I'll bring the kidneys.

Vincent Macmaster:
[mutters to Edith Duchemin] If he'll eat a little, it brings the blood down from the head.

Edith Duchemin:
Oh, forgive. It's dreadful for you.

Vincent Macmaster:
My dear lady, please don't worry. It's what I'm for.

Edith Duchemin:
Oh, you good man.

[Duchemin rambles on in Latin]

Vincent Macmaster:
[mutters to Edith Duchemin] I can stop this. Shall I?

Edith Duchemin:
Yes - anything.

[MacMaster gets up and goes to have quiet word with Parry]

Reverend Duchemin:
[smiling at Miss Fox]... the lament of the wife of the boy-buggerer: "My dear, I have an arsehole too!"

[Miss Fox smiles back at him - being stone deaf she has not heard a word he's said]

Vincent Macmaster:
[to Parry] Get him out. The way you beat Kid Cantor at Hackney baths.

Reverend Duchemin:
"Alas, my dear, with women it's more a case of having two cun..."

[Parry goes up to Duchemin and knees him in the groin]

Parry:
[pretending to help him] You all right, sir? It's time to write your sermon, sir. Ready, there we go.

[Parry helps Duchemin, who is considerable pain, out of the room]

Vincent Macmaster:
[to Edith] Dear lady, it's all over now.

Edith Duchemin:
Please forgive. You can *never* respect me.

Vincent Macmaster:
You're the bravest woman I know.