The content of this page was created by users. It has not been screened or verified by IMDb staff.
: [Tom's tutors are discussing his education
] You have only taught Tom to laugh at whatever is decent, and virtuous and right. Mr. Thwackum
: I've taught him religion. Mr. Square
: Mr. Thwackum, the word "religion" is as vague and uncertain as any in the English language. Mr. Thwackum
: When I mention religion I mean the Christian religion. Not only the Christian religion, but the Protestant religion, and not only the Protestant religion but the Church of England. Mr. Square
: I fear that Tom is the embodiment of the old truth: that foundlings should be left to the parish. Mr. Blifil
: My dear tutors, I'm afraid that neither of you can touch his bastard's heart. Narrator
: Neither indeed. But there was another who could...
: [At the cemetery: immediately after the burial of Bridget Blifil
] Sir, sometime before your mother died, she gave me a letter. Her instructions were to hand it over to Mr. Allworthy as she was buried. Mr. Blifil
: Hand it to me. I will give it to my uncle. Lawyer Dowling
: She expressly said into no hands but Mr. Allworthy's. Mr. Blifil
: Lawyer Dowling, if my uncle lives, he will need a new steward. I intend to recommend you. Lawyer Dowling
: You are most kind, sir.
[Hands the letter over to Blifil
: [Mr. Allworthy's recovery means Mr. Thwackum and others will not be receiving their expected inheritance. Apropos of this, Tom drunkenly taunts Mr. Thwackum with a song
] Sing, thick Thwackum, your bounty's flown. Mr. Thwackum
] You have good reason for your drunkenness, you beggarly bastard. He provided well enough for you. Tom Jones
: Do you think any such consideration could weigh with me? Damn you, Thwackum! Mr. Thwackum
: How dare you, sir! Tom Jones
: And damn me if I don't open another bottle.
[Tom laughs mockingly at Mr. Thwackum
] Tom Jones
: I shall sing you a ballad which I have entitled "Sing, Thick Thwackum, Thy Bounty has Flown." Tom Jones
: [Drunkenly proceeds to taunt Mr. Thwackum with a mocking song
] Sing, Thick Thwackum, thy bounty has flown. You lost all the money you thought that you'd own. Mr. Blifil
] Mr. Jones! This house is in mourning on account of the death of my dear mother. Tom Jones
: Forgive me! The joy of Mr. Allworthy's recovery... Mr. Blifil
: [Cutting him off
] I had the misfortune to know who my parents were. Consequently, I'm grieved by their loss. Tom Jones
: You rascal! You dare to insult me?