The Lair of the White Worm (1988)
Catherine Oxenberg: Eve Trent
Eve Trent : You silly moo.
Mary Trent : [as archaeologist gives victory yell upon unearhing gigantic skull] What's to do? You cut yourself or summit?
Eve Trent : [comes running up out of the farmhouse] Who's that yelling blue murder?
Mary Trent : Angus. You would think he found the missing link or something. Don't worry. It's only an old fossil. It won't bite. Sexy beast, is he not? The cave man, I mean.
Eve Trent : If that's a primitive man, it looks like a dinosaur sat on him.
Angus Flint : It is a dinosaur, I think.
Mary Trent : Oh, go pull the other one.
Eve Trent : Our Dad had a cow looked like that once, called Bessie. I reckon that's Bessie.
Mary Trent : Silly moo. That's not a cow. It's got no horns!
Lord James D'Ampton : But only nutty pot-holers go down there. It's supposed to be dangerous as hell.
Eve Trent : I know that!
Lord James D'Ampton : Do you want me to drive you over?
Eve Trent : [shakes her head] There's no point now. Besides, it's too late, we'll never catch up with them. I'll just have a lie down until they get back.
Lord James D'Ampton : Right. Yeah, I'm a bit tired myself. How could you keep me up all night?
[kisses her neck]
Lord James D'Ampton : Dancing, for God's sake.
Eve Trent : [rearing backwards, gasping] I remember now! After I passed out! I remember! A serpent! A horrible thing! Towering above me! Curled around the crucifix!
Lord James D'Ampton : Was it white? Like the one in the yard?
Eve Trent : What?
Lord James D'Ampton : Just relax. Was it like the one in the excavation?
Eve Trent : There's no snake there! What do you mean?
Lord James D'Ampton : Okay, come with me.
[reaches for her hand]
Eve Trent : [panicking] No!
Lord James D'Ampton : Come on, it's just a little snake, it can't harm you. It's very important you see it.