Four Weddings and a Funeral (1994)
Kristin Scott Thomas: Fiona - Wedding One
[at second wedding]
Mrs. Beaumont : Are you married?
Fiona : No.
Mrs. Beaumont : Are you a lesbian?
Fiona : Good lord! What makes you ask that?
Mrs. Beaumont : Well, it is one of the possibilites for unmarried girls nowadays, and it's rather more interesting than saying, "Oh dear, never met the right chap," eh?
Fiona : Quite right. Why be dull?
Mrs. Beaumont : Thank you.
Fiona : The truth is... well, the truth is, I have met the right person, and he's not in love with me, and until I stop loving him, no one else really has a chance.
Mrs. Beaumont : Oh, what a shame.
Fiona : Yes, isn't it?
Fiona : I was a lesbian once at school, but only for about fifteen minutes. I don't think it counts.
Charles : Any idea who the girl in the black hat is?
Fiona : The name's Carrie.
Charles : Pretty.
Fiona : American.
Charles : Interesting.
Fiona : Slut.
Charles : Really?
Fiona : Used to work at Vogue. Lives in America now. Only gets out with very glamorous people. Quite out of your league.
Charles : Well, that's a relief. Thanks.
Charles : Perhaps we should've got married.
Henrietta : No! I'd have had to marry your friends, and I'm not sure I could take Fiona.
Charles : Fiona loves you.
Henrietta : Fiona calls me Duckface.
Charles : Well, I never heard that.
[Henrieta leavs and Fiona aproaches]
Fiona : How's Duckface?
Charles : Good form actually, not too mad.
Fiona : [about congratulating parents of bride and groom] God, I never know what to say in these ghastly line-ups.
Gareth : It's a cinch! Just give a big warm hug and say the bride looks... pregnant.
Matthew : Or you can stick with convention and say "You must be very proud."
Fiona : Heaven preserve us...
[in the line]
Fiona : You must be very proud!
Tom : Well, let's face the facts. If you weren't certain you wanted to marry her today, of all days - i.e., your wedding day - then it must have been the right decision, mustn't it?
[Fiona looks at him as though she's about to say, "Bugger off, Tom," for the umpteenth time, then reaches out and touches his shoulder affectionately]
Fiona : Quite right, Tom.
Fiona : Do you think I'd hate him as much if he wasn't my brother?