Editing Downton Abbey season 5 (section)

=== Episode #5.5 (2014) ===
* http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3696132
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Rose, Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham, Robert, and Rosamund:
:Rose: I say, some man has opened a nudist colony at Wickford on Essex.
:Violet: What do you mean a man's opened a colony in Essex?
:Robert: Not that sort of colony, mama. It's for people who want to take all their clothes off.
:Violet: In Essex? Isn't it terribly damp?
:Rosamund: Would that make a difference?
:Violet: Well, yes, if you had no clothes on.

Mrs. Hughes and Mrs. Patmore:
:Mrs. Hughes: Would you like me to leave?
:Mrs. Patmore: I'd love to think I have a secret that was too indelicate for a lady's ear but I haven't.

Rosamund to Edith:
:Rosamund: I gave up ten months of my life to make sure she came safely into the world.

Robert and Tom:
:Robert: I would only say this, Tom: In your time here you've learned both sides of the argument, befriended people you'd once have seen as enemies.
:Tom: That's true.
:Robert: You should be proud.
:Robert: Five years ago, would you have believed you could be friendly with my mother?
:Tom: (CHUCKLES) I'm not sure I'd have believed it five minutes ago.
:Robert: Don't make nothing of what you've achieved.
:Robert: That's all.

Violet and Dr Clarkson talking about Isobel Crawley and Lord Merton:
:Dr Clarkson: May I ask to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?
:Violet: I'll get straight down to it.
:Violet: You know how Lord Merton likes to display his interest in all things medical? At least, he likes to, when in the company of Mrs Crawley.
:Dr Clarkson: Your confidence is a compliment.
:Violet: I confide in you, Dr Clarkson, because I must.
:Violet: Only you can help.
:Dr Clarkson: That is more flattering still.
:Violet: It's the family's fault, really.
:Violet: We've trained her in our ways, and the earnest and intellectual 'bonne bourgeoise' has been replaced by a rather less definable figure.
:Dr Clarkson: Are you saying you liked her better when she was more middle-class?
:Violet: No, I wouldn't go that far.
:Dr Clarkson: But you understood her better.
:Violet: Precisely.
:Violet: Now I do not know who she is.
:Violet: I do not know what it is she wants.
:Dr Clarkson: Well, there are many who wouldn't be puzzled by the desire to marry a lord and live in a palace.
:Dr Clarkson: Can I ask you a personal question? 
:Violet: I've lived through great wars and my share of grief.
:Violet: I think I can manage an impertinent question from a doctor.
:Dr Clarkson: Do you perhaps resent the idea of a change of position for Mrs Crawley? 
:Violet: I'm sorry.
:Violet: I do not quite grasp your question.
:Violet: It bewilders me.
:Violet: But I will say this: Do you wish to see her live a life devoid of industry and moral worth?
:Dr Clarkson: I do not.
:Violet: And when the glitter is tarnished, you know, what then? A hollow existence in a large and draughty house, with a man who bores her to death.
:Dr Clarkson: It's a terrible prospect.
:Violet: So our duty is clear.

Mrs Hughes and Mrs Patmore:
:Mrs Hughes: That's nice of you.
:Mrs Hughes: I'll just let Mr Carson know.
:Mrs Patmore: Oh, could you leave it, for a moment? He's given me his view, about my money.
:Mrs Patmore: He says I should put it into a building firm, WP Moss, or, if not them, then into some other building opportunity.
:Mrs Hughes: And you don't want to?
:Mrs Patmore: It's not that, exactly.
:Mrs Patmore: But I don't know about building, and I don't like to put money into something I don't understand.
:Mrs Hughes: Then why did you ask him?
:Mrs Patmore: Because he's a man, I suppose.
:Mrs Hughes: I'm not sure that's a good enough reason.
:Mrs Patmore: Nor am I now.
:Mrs Patmore: But I don't want to hurt his feelings.
:Mrs Hughes: I wish men worried about our feelings a quarter as much as we worry about theirs.

Rosamund and Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham:
:Rosamund: I don't know what you mean, Mama.
:Rosamund: You question my motives every time I come here.
:Rosamund: It's as if I weren't welcome.
:Violet: Just tell me: what were you and Edith discussing in such a huddle?
:Rosamund: Well, it is very hard-
:Violet: Rosamund, you are addressing your mother, not the Committee of the Women's Institute.
:Rosamund: I'm afraid you've read somewhere that rudeness in old age is amusing, which is quite wrong, you know.
:Violet: It's about the child, isn't it? That is the secret you share.
:Violet: We both know you are not leaving my house until I learn the truth.
:Violet: So, shall I have a bed made up for you here, or are you going to tell me now?