Tom Jones (1963)

Hugh Griffith: Squire Western

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• Squire Western : [At the cemetery: shrugging indifferently as Bridget Blifil has just been laid to rest]  Well, there's another one gone.

• Squire Western : Madam, I despise your politics as much as I do a fart.

• Squire Western : Sophie, sing us one of your jolly songs.

  Sophie Western : Not tonight, Father. I have a headache.

  Squire Western : Let's have "St George, He Was for England" or "Bobbing Joan". That's a good song for tonight, eh? None of your old Handel now, my little darling.

• Squire Western : I've lost my only daughter. My poor Sophie, the joy of my heart. Little did I think, when I loved him as a sportsman, that he was all the while a-poaching my daughter!

• Squire Western : You lickerish dog, you! Where is she? Where's Tom's pussy? Puss, puss, puss, puss... Where's Tom's pussy? Puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss, puss...

• Squire Western : [kicking the bucket box]  Yes, yes, yes, yes!

  Sophie Western : No, no, no, no, no! I will not marry that idiot! To force me to do so would be to kill me!

  Squire Western : Then die and be damned!

  [Sophie began to cries and running away] 

  Squire Western : Oh, damn me! What a misery it is to have daughters, when a man has a good mare and dogs.

  [turns to Tom Jones] 

  Squire Western : Tom? That pig-headed hussy, dares to refuse to marry Mr. Blifil. I'll turn her penniless out-of-doors, if she doesn't. Go to her, lad, and see what you can do.

• Miss Western : You are such a boor.

  [he misunderstands her comment] 

  Squire Western : A boar? I am no boar!

• Squire Western : [commenting on Sophie's playing the harpsichord]  You play like an angel.

• Squire Western : Tom is the father of that bastard! Aye! As sure as tuppence, Tom is the bastard's father!

  Sophie Western : Father...

  Squire Western : Odds zodikins! What a little whoremaster that boy is!

• Sophie Western : Lord Fellamar?

  Lord Fellamar : Miss Western, It is I.

  [Sophie Western scoffs] 

  Lord Fellamar : I fear I break in upon you abruptly.

  Sophie Western : Indeed, my lord. I am a little surprised.

  Lord Fellamar : Love... Love has deprived me of all reason.

  Sophie Western : My lord, I neither understand your words nor your behavior.

  Lord Fellamar : You're the most adorable, divine creature.

  Sophie Western : I do assure you, my lord, I shall not wait to hear any more.

  Lord Fellamar : If I were master of the world, I would lay it at your feet!

  Sophie Western : My lord, I beg you to stop.

  [Fellamar grabs her hands] 

  Sophie Western : Let go my hand. I will never see you again.

  Lord Fellamar : Then, madam, we must make the best use of this moment.

  Sophie Western : What'd you mean?

  [He began to squeezes her, she screaming] 

  Lord Fellamar : I have no fear but not to losing you, madam.

  [began to fighting Sophie Western, she screaming. Squire Western enters his house, asking a boy where she is] 

  Squire Western : Where is she? Damn me, if I won't unkennel of her now.

  [Lord Fellamar and Sophie Western continues to fighting, They enter his room, Squire Western roars, they reacts] 

  Sophie Western : Father!

  Lord Fellamar : Your father?

  Squire Western : Yes, and who in hell are you?

  Lord Fellamar : I, sir, am Lord Fellamar. I am the happy man whom I hope you will accept as your son-in-law.

  Squire Western : You're a son of a whore, for all your fancy fol-de-rols!

  Lord Fellamar : I resent your tone, sir.

  Squire Western : Resent, my arse! I'll teach you to father-in-law in me.

  [grabs Sophie Western] 

• Squire Western : Will you stop bobbing up and down, girl!

• Squire Western : Odds zodikins, it's me sister's coach. What brings her from London? I hope the old bitch has gone to bed.

• Miss Western : Brother, as I am here to stay a while, I shall sign a peace treaty with you.

  Squire Western : Sister, I've often warned you not to talk that court gibberish to me.

  Miss Western : I pity your country ignorance from my heart.

  Squire Western : And I despise your citified claptrap! I'd rather be anything than a courtier, or a... or a Presbyterian, or a crawler...

  Miss Western : If you mean me, I'm a woman of...

  Squire Western : Yes, and a good thing for you that you are. If you were a man, I'd have lent you a flick long ago!

  Miss Western : Brother, I think you are a perfect goat.

• Squire Allworthy : I'm sorry to hear you say this.

  Squire Western : A pox on your sorrow!

• Squire Western : Keep the rascal away from my house until I lock the wench up.

• Squire Western : You let her out of her room after I locked her in?

  Miss Western : Women are convinced by reason, not by force.

• Miss Western : As soon as she came back to live with you, Brother, she imbibed these romantic notions.

  Squire Western : You don't imagine, do you, that I taught her such things?

  Miss Western : Your ignorance, Brother, as the great Milton says, almost subdues my patience.

  Squire Western : Damn Milton!

• Squire Western : Who in hell are you?

  Lord Fellamar : I, sir, am Lord Fellamar, the happy man whom I hope you will accept as your son-in-law.

  Squire Western : You're a son of a whore, for all your fancy falderals!

  Lord Fellamar : I resent your tone, sir.

  Squire Western : Resent, me arse! I'll teach you to father-in-law me!

• Squire Western : Tom, thou art as hearty a cock as any in the kingdom. Go on, after your mistress.