This Happy Breed (1944)

Amy Veness: Mrs. Flint

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• Mrs. Flint : Mrs. Willcox moved into that house in Leatherhead and before she'd been in it for three months she was in bed with rheumatic fever.

  Ethel Gibbons : That's right, dear. Look on the bright side.

• Mrs. Flint : I'm sure I haven't said anything.

  Ethel Gibbons : Oh, yes, you have. You're always giving Sylvia sly digs about Mr. Rogers. And if he's taken a fancy to her, so much the better. She's old enough to look after herself, heaven knows. And if he murdered his wife and strangled his children and ran off to Australia with her it still wouldn't be anything to do with you, so shut up.

• Mrs. Flint : I'm an old woman, and the sooner I'm dead the better. I know you're all itching to see me in me coffin.

• Mrs. Flint : On my wedding day there was a thunderstorm and a man got struck by lightning just outside the church!

• Mrs. Flint : I suppose you didn't think to remember my peppermints.

  Aunt Sylvia : Yes, I did. In my bag. Here.

  Mrs. Flint : Well, thank heaven for small mercies.

• Mrs. Flint : Me boa. Me feather boa. It's gone. I've lost me boa.

• Mrs. Flint : It seems only yesterday.

  Ethel Gibbons : What does, Mother?

  Mrs. Flint : The day you and Frank was married. I can see your poor Aunt Connie now, coughing her heart out in the vestry. It was only three months after that she was taken.

  Frank Gibbons : That's right.

  Mrs. Flint : I should be lucky if I last out another year.

  Frank Gibbons : Oh, dear, oh, dear.

  Mrs. Flint : I don't suppose anybody would mind much. There's many as might say it was a blessing in disguise, I shouldn't wonder.

• Aunt Sylvia : I had those pains again in the night, Ethel. Something terrible, they were. Started about 2:00.

  Mrs. Flint : It's all those sweets you eat. There's nothing like sweets for giving you wind.

  Aunt Sylvia : It was not wind!

• Mrs. Flint : I'm sure I hope nothing dreadful's happened to them.

  Vi : Oh, Granny, what could have?

  Mrs. Flint : Accidents will happen.

  Aunt Sylvia : Some people seem to think of nothing but horrors. Morbid, that's what it is.

  Mrs. Flint : I'll thank you not to call me names, Sylvia Gibbons.