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- Sir Lachlan Morrison: I'll tell you what I believe. If I am a rabbi... Jevovah is my god. If I am a Mullar... Allah the merciful is he. If I was a Christian... Jesus is my lord. Here in Tressock, I believe the old religion of the Celts fits are needs at this time. Isn't that all you could ask of religion?
- [last lines]
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: Our wonderful Laddie... Steve was chosen for his inate goodness, he is our gift to the gods... and they will love him forever... and reward us with renewed life here in Tressock. Now ladies and gentlemen it is my...
- [Mary knocks him back into the Wicker Tree and sets it and him on fire]
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- Old Gentleman: But can fate be altered? This is a question that every religion has tried to answer, and the answer is almost certainly no. But we keep trying...
- Old Gentleman: Poor wee laddie... catching him is a game of chance!
- Lady Delia Morrison: [seeing Beth in a classy dress] Ah, so that is what the modern missionaries are wearing these days. Or are you trying to tell us something, Beth?
- Beth Boothby: Okay, I'll admit it. I'm mad as hell at Steve. But you're throwing a party for me and I plan to enjoy it. Carla made the dress for me to wear after a gig. I don't know why I packed it. It must have been a premonition.
- Lady Delia Morrison: So, do you plan to forgive Steve? Say, tomorrow? You must remember to err is human; to forgive, divine.
- Beth Boothby: I'll probably forgive him in half an hour. You know why? Because I love that son of a bitch cowboy.
- Steve Thomson: [after having sex] I never dreamed it could be like that. Think it might go on forever and ever. Kind of hoping it would.
- Lolly: I always look for something that I know even Sulis cannot give me: a child. But I know that if it does happen, it will have happened here.
- Steve Thomson: What do you mean "always"?
- Lolly: Well, I am what the goddess wants me to be; all things to all men.
- Steve Thomson: We got a word for that back in Texas, yeah, and it ain't purty. Still, I reckon somehow you're different.
- Lolly: I'm glad.
- [he starts feeling his pockets]
- Lolly: Lost something?
- Steve Thomson: Yeah. I guess it don't matter no more. You lost it, you lost it. Ain't no going back.
- Lolly: [moaning while having sex] I read somewhere that your Italian countrymen... Cesar Borgia... bet his father... the Pope... that he could come... five times during his wedding night... had five horsemen under the window... ooh... and every time he... ooh... ooh...
- [climaxing]
- Lolly: Orlando! Orgasissimo! Oh! Whew.
- Orlando: Five times?
- Lolly: Sure. Why not seven? I'm sure you, Orlando, could do it. Italian men are such wonderful lovers. What a great idea. Are you on? Nobody would touch that record.
- Orlando: You keep records here?
- Lolly: No, not really. Well, quite informally. You really are a treat, Orlando. Scots and Englishmen can always find their way to the pub, but when it comes to the clitoris, they think it's an island off Greece famous for its ouzo.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: Laddie, you are a prince among men, a king. We all, all salute you. You will give your life so that a new generation of our people will be born blessing your name. Children will be called after you. Hallowed be thy name.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: They're both perfect. I was afraid we'd have to look further afield this year. What a little star, especially if she can sing. And rather beautiful, too.
- Lady Delia Morrison: In a corn-fed, apple-cheeks sort of way.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: A perfect mate for a cowboy, then.
- Lady Delia Morrison: Absolutely. I bet she smells of the dairy, a musky bush, milky tits, and just a hint of warm cow shit behind the ears.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: So you approve of her, then?
- Lady Delia Morrison: Oh, and that poor Steve, wearing that ridiculous silver ring and waiting 'til his wedding day. It really is another world over there in America, isn't it?
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: Morning, Lolly. How's my Prince today?
- Lolly: He's been missing you, Sir Lachlan. That's Beth Boothby, isn't it? Whoa.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: Delia and I are throwing a special party for her at the manor house on Sunday. Everyone's invited, so spread the word. Beth, of course, is our very special guest. Lolly here is our head groom.
- Steve Thomson: What a beauty.
- Beth Boothby: Steve!
- Steve Thomson: Well, the horse, Beth. If that ain't one beautiful horse.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: And, uh, I'm terribly sorry. This is Steve. As you can see, he's from America, too. How would you like to ride him?
- Lolly: I'd like it fine, but I think young Beth here would kill me first.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: And you'd deserve it. You know very well I'm asking Steve if he'd like to ride Prince.
- Steve Thomson: Ride that horse? Are you kidding me? You bet.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: Lolly's hospitalized the copper.
- Lady Delia Morrison: Well, I'm afraid we have not been successful with Beth. Magog is dead.
- [nonchalantly throwing the dead cat into a garbage can]
- Lady Delia Morrison: Must have got to the milk. Beth, however, seems to be all right.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: Well, Beame, you'd better deal with Miss Beth after breakfast, give her a shot of the usual.
- Beame: Yes, sir. Beg pardon, sir, but what if she's awake?
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: Then put her to sleep. Good God, man, how long have we been doing this?
- Lady Delia Morrison: Oh, pity about Magog. We will miss him.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: Yes, well, the mice won't. Beame, get her ready for tomorrow before there are any more mishaps.
- Steve Thomson: [coming across Lolly bathing in a spring naked] You want me to come in?
- [she nods]
- Steve Thomson: [undressing] Oh, what the hell? Sulis, ain't that some kind of goddess?
- Lolly: How did you know that?
- Steve Thomson: I saw her on the front of Lachlan's vehicle. She's cute.
- Lolly: I'm glad you approved of her. I posed for the wee statue. It was a great honor. This is Sulis's sacred spring.
- Steve Thomson: [wading into the water] Wow, Sulis. You gotta be kidding me about this. This is just some warm water, right?
- Lolly: You believe a certain virgin had a baby, don't you? Why can't you believe, like I do, that this water has a holy power?
- Steve Thomson: I believe whatever's written in the Bible, Lolly. That's holy writ.
- Lolly: Come on, Steve. It'll make you feel out of this world. Are you thinking about Beth? I can let you into a secret. Lachlan wants her to be the May Queen. I think he might like you to be the Laddie. Would you go for that?
- Steve Thomson: What's the Laddie?
- Lolly: The Laddie? You've not heard tell of the Laddie? He is the brightest and best, the handsomest, the kindest, the goodest, perhaps the best rider. I have known him to be the best lover.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: O blessed sun, our ancestors feared one terrible winter's day that you would set in the western sky, plunging us into perpetual night. And yet you shine upon us still. O glorious sun, accept our sacrifice that we may be fruitful once again. We pray that we may once more hear the sound of children's laughter in our midst.
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: I'll tell you what I believe. If I am a rabbi... Jevovah is my god. If I am a Mullar... Allah the merciful is he. If I was a Christian... Jesus is my lord. Here in Tressock, I believe the old religion of the Celts fits are needs at this time. Isn't that all you could ask of religion?
- [last lines]
- Sir Lachlan Morrison: Our wonderful Laddie... Steve was chosen for his inate goodness, he is our gift to the gods... and they will love him forever... and reward us with renewed life here in Tressock. Now ladies and gentlemen it is my...
- [Mary knocks him back into the Wicker Tree and sets it and him on fire]
- Danny: [revealing they sacrificed Steve] Aye... he is my queen... and no one will ever find his body... it is all gone. But he's soul... his new self... is in heaven beyond our imagine. Up there... nothing will be too good for our wonderful laddie.
- Young Lachlan: You often said that what you believe is the natural order of things , the food chain cruel or begnin for you everything under the sun happens... just happens... that's just fate
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- Lady Delia Morrison: [holding Lolly and Steve's newborn son] We have a little cowboy.
- [faces the rising sun]
- Lady Delia Morrison: Find us a man to give us another.
- [joined by the townspeople in chanting]
- Lady Delia Morrison: And another and another...
- Mary Hellier: I am one queen of the may... NO ONE IS GONNA FORGET
- Mary Hellier: [on setting Lachlan on fire] Don't you have a song for this? Old man dying perhaps? What? Don't like that then?
- Beame: What's this music your playing you miserable prick?
- [kicks the gramaphone over and steps on it]
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- Danny: Lass? Stay Still!
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- Mary Hellier: No! No!
- [Is surronded by Danny, Beame and the other townspeople]
- Mary Hellier: God why? Danny? Steve!
- Lolly: It's a trap Steve... follow me quickly!
- Steve Thomson: [naively] Sure it is! It's just a game!
- Lolly: No, it's not a game. Please don't go... Steve... STEVE!
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- Steve Thomson: [joining the townspeople in their chant] There is power in the blood... there is power... power... power in the blood of the lamb!
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- Danny: Lass? Stay Still!
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- Mary Hellier: No No
- [Is surronded by Danny, Beame and the other townspeople]
- Mary Hellier: god why? Danny? Steve!