Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: One forgets about parenthood. The on-and-on-ness of it.
Isobel Crawley: Were you a very involved mother with Robert and Rosamund?
Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Does it surprise you?
Isobel Crawley: A bit. I'd imagined them surrounded by nannies and governesses, being starched and ironed to spend an hour with you after tea.
Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham: Yes, but it was an hour *every day*.
Isobel Crawley: [momentarily lost for words] I see, yes. How tiring!
[Matthew, Edith and Lady Rosamund Painswick follow Rose to a jazz club in Soho, London]
Matthew Crawley: This is like the outer circle from Dante's Inferno!
Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham: [Commenting on Barrow's attempt to kiss James] I mean if I shouted blue murder every time someone tried to kiss me at Eaton I'd have gone hoarse in a month.
Lady Rose MacClare: [after he's promised to keep secret her affair with a married man] Why are you helping me?
Matthew Crawley: [sarcastically] I'm on the side of the downtrodden.
Charles Carson: [catching O'Brien spying] Come along, Miss O'Brien. Time to stop eavesdropping and do some work.
John Bates: [getting their run-down cottage liveable] What do they call extreme optimism?
Anna Bates: They call it making the best of things, and that is what we'll do.
Tom Branson: You won't make a gentleman of me, you know. You an teach me to fish to ride to shoot, but I'll still be an Irish mick in my heart.
Matthew Crawley: So I should hope.