Tom Jones (1963)
Hugh Griffith: Squire Western
Squire Western : [At the cemetery: shrugging indifferently as Bridget Blifil has just been laid to rest] Well, there's another one gone.
Squire Western : Madam, I despise your politics as much as I do a fart.
Squire Western : [commenting on Sophie's playing the harpsichord] You play like an angel.
Squire Western : [kicking the bucket box] Yes, yes, yes, yes!
Sophie Western : No, no, no, no, no! I will not marry that idiot! To force me to do so would be to kill me!
Squire Western : Then die and be damned!
[Sophie began to cries and running away]
Squire Western : Oh, damn me! What a misery it is to have daughters, when a man has a good mare and dogs.
[turns to Tom Jones]
Squire Western : Tom? That pig-headed hussy, dares to refuse to marry Mr. Blifil. I'll turn her penniless out-of-doors, if she doesn't. Go to her, lad, and see what you can do.
Squire Western : Odds zodikins!
Sophie Western : Lord Fellamar?
Lord Fellamar : Miss Western, It is I.
[Sophie Western scoffs]
Lord Fellamar : I fear I break in upon you abruptly.
Sophie Western : Indeed, my lord. I am a little surprise.
Lord Fellamar : Love... Love has deprived me of all reason.
Sophie Western : My lord, I neither understand your words nor your behavior.
Lord Fellamar : You're the most adorable divine creature.
Sophie Western : I do assure you, my lord, I shall not wait to hear any more.
Lord Fellamar : If I were master of the world, I would lay it at your feet!
Sophie Western : My lord, I beg you to stop.
[Fellamar grabs her hands]
Sophie Western : Let go my hand. I will never see you again.
Lord Fellamar : Then, madam, we must make the best use of this moment.
Sophie Western : What'd you mean?
[He began to squeezes her, she screaming]
Lord Fellamar : I have no fear but not to losing you, madam.
[began to fighting Sophie Western, she screaming. Squire Western enters his house, asking a boy where she is]
Squire Western : Where is she? Damn me, if I won't unkennel of her now.
[Lord Fellamar and Sophie Western continues to fighting, They enter his room, Squire Western roars, they reacts]
Sophie Western : Father!
Lord Fellamar : Your father?
Squire Western : Yes, and who in the hell are you?
Lord Fellamar : I, sir, am Lord Fellamar. I'm the happy man whom I hope you will accept as your son-in-law.
Squire Western : You're a son of a whore, for all your fancy falderals!
Lord Fellamar : I resent your tone, sir.
Squire Western : Resent, my arse! I'll teach you to father-in-law in me.
[grabs Sophie Western]