The Fox (1967)

Anne Heywood: Ellen March

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• [last lines] 

  Paul Grenfell : It'll be all right. I know you'll be happy.

  Ellen March : Will I?

• Paul Grenfell : The two of you just run this place all by yourselves?

  Jill Banford : Yes. We only have chickens and even that doesn't seem to be working out.

  Paul Grenfell : Maybe you need a man around the place... make things more efficient.

  Ellen March : It isn't a question of efficiency. We just don't believe in working that hard.

  Paul Grenfell : Why did you start?

  Jill Banford : Oh... um... The good life, independence, and that sort of thing...

  Paul Grenfell : Tell me. Have you ever tried talking to them?

  Jill Banford : To...?

  Paul Grenfell : The chickens. Grandpa did it all the time. He used to go out there and he'd have a real heart-to-heart with them about how they weren't doing well by him, and how he's spending good money for feed. And the next morning there'd be eggs all over the place.

  Jill Banford : Are you serious?

  Paul Grenfell : Honestly. At least a dozen eggs a day. Not only that, you could get them any way you wanted them - easy over, poached, scrambled, sunny-side-up...

• Ellen March : Are you thrilled?

  Jill Banford : To my finger tips.

• Jill Banford : March, what - what if my capital runs out and we lose the farm? What'll we do?

  Ellen March : We'll join the circus together, love.

• Jill Banford : March, you're not unhappy, are you?

  Ellen March : No, I'm not unhappy.

  Jill Banford : Do you want me to give you a rub?

  Ellen March : Yes. Yes, I'd like that.

  [Jill rubs] 

  Ellen March : Mmm. That's good.

• Ellen March : I think I'll go on up and take a bath and soak for awhile.

  Jill Banford : The bath salts are - on my side of the cabinet.

  Ellen March : "I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled." Who wrote it?

  Jill Banford : I don't know. Don't tell me.

  Ellen March : Come on. One, two..

  Jill Banford : T.S. Eliot!

  Ellen March : Two gold stars and a ride on the carousel for the little lady.

• Jill Banford : March is that - is that fox a female, eh, what is the word that I'm looking for?

  Ellen March : Vixen?

  Jill Banford : Yes.

  Ellen March : No. No, he's a male.

  Jill Banford : How do you know that?

  Ellen March : I just do.

• Ellen March : I saw the fox today. He was as close to me as you are. And I had my gun. But, I didn't shoot.

  Jill Banford : Why not?

  Ellen March : I don't know. He just stared at me - and I stared at him. And he wasn't afraid. I was just looking at me.

• Ellen March : He took me by surprise, I think. He was - just looking at me, looking into me. He just stood there.

• Jill Banford : You know, I found a great recipe for cobbler and we can use up all those apples that we picked late last Fall. Remember? Here, sit. March, sit down, right here. Here. Now, you'll be warm.

  Ellen March : Oh, I'll never be warm again. Oh, my hands are frozen. My feet are solid blocks of ice. But, you found a recipe for cobbler. You and your mixing bowl and your muffin tray have conquered the elements. That's great Jill. That's just great.

  Jill Banford : Oh, March. That's cruel. That's really very cruel.

• Jill Banford : A penny for your thoughts.

  Ellen March : Don't waste your money.

• Ellen March : [singing]  He had his will and found that she didn't mind, He had his will until ready to drop...

  Jill Banford : March...

  Ellen March : [singing]  He had his will and then was surprised to find, Although he pleaded, she just wouldn't stop.

• Ellen March : Oh, come on, you wanted a party, so, let's have a party. Let's celebrate! It's been a long cold season and Grenfell Farm isn't exactly a winter's frolic, is it. Oh, come on, let's celebrate Oh, let's really celebrate - and damn the snow, damn the chickens, damn the woodpile, damn everything! And the fox. We mustn't forget him.

  Jill Banford : March...

  Ellen March : You know, you do resemble him, Mr. Grenfell. It's remarkable. Especially when you eat pheasant.

  Jill Banford : March that's terrible!

  Ellen March : [singing]  She was a maiden, young and respectable, He was a rake and proud of his skill, He kissed her breasts and found it delectable, Softly she whispered please do what you will...

• Ellen March : [singing]  Roll it over, Roll it over, Even though you never did it before, Roll it over, Roll it over, And you'll never be a maiden any more...

• Ellen March : It all seems so unreal to me. You know, as if - as if it were happening to someone else.

• Ellen March : Come on, now. You're just not the lumberjack type, love.