The Missionary Quote
Reverend Fortescue: Isabel?
Lady Isabel Ames: Charles! What are you doing here?
Reverend Fortescue: I've come to stop you.
Lady Isabel Ames: How dare you? How dare you interfere with my plans?
Reverend Fortescue: You mustn't kill him.
Lady Isabel Ames: Why not? What business is it of yours, interfering priest?
Reverend Fortescue: You could hang for it.
Lady Isabel Ames: No one's going to hang. It's a simple shooting accident.
Reverend Fortescue: Isabel, this is England in 1906. People don't go around killing each other just because they don't get on!
Lady Isabel Ames: No, they just endure don't they? Stiff upper lip, that's the British way. I'm sure it wasn't like that in Africa.
Reverend Fortescue: Africa's primitive!
Lady Isabel Ames: Oh, yes. God save us from being primitive.
Reverend Fortescue: There's not so much wrong with the British way, for your class especially.
Lady Isabel Ames: My class? This is not my class, Charles.
Reverend Fortescue: You know what I mean.
Lady Isabel Ames: You don't know what *I* mean. [Adopts a changed accent and demeanor]
Lady Isabel Ames: You alone, sir? Want some company? Clean and cheap? [She returns to normal, Fortescue is speechless]
Lady Isabel Ames: Yes. I've disguised it well, haven't I? I had to. The honest tart never gets anywhere. No, they're not my bloody class, thank God!
Lady Isabel Ames: Charles! What are you doing here?
Reverend Fortescue: I've come to stop you.
Lady Isabel Ames: How dare you? How dare you interfere with my plans?
Reverend Fortescue: You mustn't kill him.
Lady Isabel Ames: Why not? What business is it of yours, interfering priest?
Reverend Fortescue: You could hang for it.
Lady Isabel Ames: No one's going to hang. It's a simple shooting accident.
Reverend Fortescue: Isabel, this is England in 1906. People don't go around killing each other just because they don't get on!
Lady Isabel Ames: No, they just endure don't they? Stiff upper lip, that's the British way. I'm sure it wasn't like that in Africa.
Reverend Fortescue: Africa's primitive!
Lady Isabel Ames: Oh, yes. God save us from being primitive.
Reverend Fortescue: There's not so much wrong with the British way, for your class especially.
Lady Isabel Ames: My class? This is not my class, Charles.
Reverend Fortescue: You know what I mean.
Lady Isabel Ames: You don't know what *I* mean. [Adopts a changed accent and demeanor]
Lady Isabel Ames: You alone, sir? Want some company? Clean and cheap? [She returns to normal, Fortescue is speechless]
Lady Isabel Ames: Yes. I've disguised it well, haven't I? I had to. The honest tart never gets anywhere. No, they're not my bloody class, thank God!
Movie: The Missionary
