Wedding Rehearsal Quote
Countess of Stokeshire: I suppose... I suppose you've no idea what it is I want to talk to you about?
Lady Mary Rose: No, Mumsy, darling.
Countess of Stokeshire: Oh, what a pity! I-I-I'd hoped you'd help me out a little.
Lady Rose Mary: Well, darling, if you tell us what it's all about, we'll do our best.
Countess of Stokeshire: Well, you see, in these days, almost everything is-is made by machinery. And that-that might have given you wrong ideas.
Lady Mary Rose: How do you mean, darling?
Countess of Stokeshire: Well... well, when-when I was a girl, chickens used to lay their own eggs. But now they're all born in glass boxes... like cuckoos.
Lady Rose Mary: But cuckoos aren't born in glass boxes, darling!
Lady Mary Rose: She means incubators.
Countess of Stokeshire: Yes, darling, that's right. That's right. Well-well, you-you mustn't expect anything of that sort.
Lady Rose Mary: We don't, my angel.
Countess of Stokeshire: [playing nervously with her handkerchief] You see, when I first married your father, he didn't-he didn't look to me at all the kind of man to go and have twins.
Lady Mary Rose: But, darling, he didn't have them, you did!
Countess of Stokeshire: Yes... yes, in a way, but-but... he-he gave me the idea. Do you know what I mean?
Lady Mary Rose: No, Mumsy, darling.
Countess of Stokeshire: Oh, what a pity! I-I-I'd hoped you'd help me out a little.
Lady Rose Mary: Well, darling, if you tell us what it's all about, we'll do our best.
Countess of Stokeshire: Well, you see, in these days, almost everything is-is made by machinery. And that-that might have given you wrong ideas.
Lady Mary Rose: How do you mean, darling?
Countess of Stokeshire: Well... well, when-when I was a girl, chickens used to lay their own eggs. But now they're all born in glass boxes... like cuckoos.
Lady Rose Mary: But cuckoos aren't born in glass boxes, darling!
Lady Mary Rose: She means incubators.
Countess of Stokeshire: Yes, darling, that's right. That's right. Well-well, you-you mustn't expect anything of that sort.
Lady Rose Mary: We don't, my angel.
Countess of Stokeshire: [playing nervously with her handkerchief] You see, when I first married your father, he didn't-he didn't look to me at all the kind of man to go and have twins.
Lady Mary Rose: But, darling, he didn't have them, you did!
Countess of Stokeshire: Yes... yes, in a way, but-but... he-he gave me the idea. Do you know what I mean?
Movie: Wedding Rehearsal
