Little Dorrit Quotes
Mrs. Gowan: Is she very plebeian?
Arthur Clennam: [insulted] Really, ma'am. I am so plebeian myself, I don't feel qualified to judge.
Arthur Clennam: [insulted] Really, ma'am. I am so plebeian myself, I don't feel qualified to judge.
Movie: Little Dorrit
[Fanny and Edmund discuss the impact of Mr Merdle's suicide and the collapse of his bank]
Fanny Dorrit: What a dreadful thing, Sparkler.
Sparkler: [ineffectually] Horrid. Horrid.
Fanny Dorrit: And with our mother-of-pearl penknife, too.
Sparkler: I know, my love - shocking.
Fanny Dorrit: If I had known what he wanted it for I might not have lent it to him. And now the Coroner's got it, I suppose, and heaven knows when I shall get it back.
Sparkler: I know, dear heart. It's very... vexing.
Fanny Dorrit: Are you fearfully cut-up about it, Sparkler? Was you very close to him?
Sparkler: Well I am a *bit* cut-up about it, Fanny. Of course it's not as if he was my *real* papa, but he wasn't a bad stick. The mater found him fearfully annoying, but I didn't. I think the *bird* was rather fond of him. [Sparkler walks over to Merdle's parrot]
Sparkler: I know *he* was fond of *it*.
Fanny Dorrit: Sparkler?
Sparkler: Yes, my dearest love.
Fanny Dorrit: What is to become of us now? Are we rich or are we poor?
Sparkler: We may have to tighten our belts a little. Perhaps find a smaller place in a less expensive part of town.
Fanny Dorrit: [coldly] Such as where?
Sparkler: [diffidently] Erm... Fulham?
Fanny Dorrit: [shouts] Fulham?
Fanny Dorrit: What a dreadful thing, Sparkler.
Sparkler: [ineffectually] Horrid. Horrid.
Fanny Dorrit: And with our mother-of-pearl penknife, too.
Sparkler: I know, my love - shocking.
Fanny Dorrit: If I had known what he wanted it for I might not have lent it to him. And now the Coroner's got it, I suppose, and heaven knows when I shall get it back.
Sparkler: I know, dear heart. It's very... vexing.
Fanny Dorrit: Are you fearfully cut-up about it, Sparkler? Was you very close to him?
Sparkler: Well I am a *bit* cut-up about it, Fanny. Of course it's not as if he was my *real* papa, but he wasn't a bad stick. The mater found him fearfully annoying, but I didn't. I think the *bird* was rather fond of him. [Sparkler walks over to Merdle's parrot]
Sparkler: I know *he* was fond of *it*.
Fanny Dorrit: Sparkler?
Sparkler: Yes, my dearest love.
Fanny Dorrit: What is to become of us now? Are we rich or are we poor?
Sparkler: We may have to tighten our belts a little. Perhaps find a smaller place in a less expensive part of town.
Fanny Dorrit: [coldly] Such as where?
Sparkler: [diffidently] Erm... Fulham?
Fanny Dorrit: [shouts] Fulham?
Movie: Little Dorrit