Stiff Upper Lips (1998)
Aunt Agnes: What is that you're reading? Show me.
Cedric: It's the new E. M. Forster novel.
Aunt Agnes: Oh! Not another of them! Is it amusing?
Cedric: Why, I find it difficult to identify with the characters, but the locations are quite enchanting.
Cedric: I suggest you hide these feelings... in a closet.
Cedric: Do you make an effort to be stupid or does it come naturally?
Edward: Are those the only two choices?
Horace: Let it be recorded that the condemned pleaded not guilty.
Horace: I wish that Cedric was more like you. He is such a queer fellow and you're always... so gay.
Emily Ivory: I'm a beautiful, young virgin in Italy. I want my sexual awakening and I want it now!
Emily Ivory: Who are you?
George: My name's George.
Emily Ivory: George... you have a ripping set of unmentionables!
Hudson Junior: Where will you go?
Rosie: My nanna has kindly invited me to London town to stay with her and be a prostitute.
Hudson Junior: You are indeed fortunate to have such an understanding family.
Rosie: If you're ever passin', do pop in. Like her and me Mam and me sister, I hope to bear many illegitimate children into abject poverty.
Emily Ivory: [to George after he saves her from drowning in the lake] In fact, Cedric saved my life by shouting so bravely.
Emily Ivory: The bushiness of his eyebrows is more than twice the socially acceptable level.
Edward: What did he say?
Cedric: [translating, consulting a dictionary] .She's mine, I'll have her. And then the other one said: No, I want... I want to pierce, or otherwise penetrate, her.
Aunt Agnes: Italy is so foreign, look at the effect it's had on poor Mr. Tweeb. I propose we go somewhere more English. The lawn please, George.
Title card: India.
Horace: [Seeing George wait at the table] Good grateful, he's white!
George: Aye, that's right. I'm white. So what? All men are equal, and all women. The world is a changing place.
Horace: I won't have an English servant in my house. Bad for the morale. It may cause the whole empire to crumble.
George: I have my rights.
Horace: Rights? This is not some namby-pamby suburb of London, this is the Raj!
George: I want the hand of your niece.
Aunt Agnes: Emily must make her own decision.
George: So you wouldn't object?
Aunt Agnes: I don't give a monkey's.
Cedric: Miss Ivory, having carefully considered the advantages and disadvantages, I feel it is my duty to ask you to become my wife so that no man may say a Trilling child might be a bastard.
Horace: Ten years, plus two for having pleaded not guilty, making thirteen years in all.
Emily Ivory: I hate saying goodbye.
George: Au revoir.
Emily Ivory: Ciao.
Emily Ivory: Salam alaikum.
Emily Ivory: Dear dear George, I'm betrothed to poor poor Cedric... No. Poor poor George, I'm betrothed to dear dear Cedric... No. Poor dear George, I'm betrothed to dear poor...
Emily Ivory: Oh aunt Agnes, just remember you are not losing a niece, you are gaining a man who is... awfully good at croquet and who can probably greet the wedding guests in Greek, Latin... and hieroglyphics.
Emily Ivory: Let's get on with it, vicar. I'm going into labour.