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: He's very full of himself, I must say. Doesn't eat meat. He's coming to a shooting party and he doesn't eat meat. Mrs. Wilson
: Now now Mrs Croft. We don't want to be thought unsophisticated do we? Mr Weissman's an American. They do things differently there.
[on Sir William's death
: Why would anyone want to kill Sir William? Mrs. Croft
: Well, he wasn't exactly Father Christmas.
: He was a hard-hearted randy old sod.
: I can't stop thinkin' about those girls. The ones that got, you know... Mrs. Croft
: Well, I'm not surprised, the way you carry on. Just see it never happens to you, that's all.
[after maintaining her iron reserve throughout the whole film, Mrs. Wilson goes to her room and closes the door. A few minutes later, Mrs. Crofts goes in and finds her collapsed on her bed, sobbing uncontrollably
] Mrs. Croft
: Don't cry, Jane. They'll hear you.
[Mrs. Wilson can't stop crying
] Mrs. Croft
: Come on. You did what you thought was best for him at the time. I see that now. Mrs. Wilson
: Lizzie... I've lost him, Lizzie. I've lost him, he'll never know me. My boy...
] Mrs. Wilson
: Oh, my boy! Mrs. Croft
: [putting a hand on her shoulder
] At least your boy is alive. He's alive. That's what matters.
[Mrs. Wilson touches her sister's face, and hugs her, crying softly