Brief Encounter
1945
Laura Jesson: It's awfully easy to lie when you know that you're trusted implicitly. So very easy, and so very degrading.
Fred Jesson: You've been a long way away. Laura Jesson: Yes. Fred Jesson: Thank you for coming back to me.
Laura Jesson: I wish you were dead! No I don't, that's silly.
Laura Jesson: This can't last. This misery can't last. I must remember that and try to control myself. Nothing lasts really. Neither happiness nor despair. Not even life lasts very long. There'll come a time in the future when I shan't mind about this anymore, when I can look back and say quite peacefully and cheerfully how silly I was. No, no, I don't want that time to come ever. I want to remember every minute, always, always to the end of my days.
Myrtle Bagot: (smacks her on the backside) Albert Godby, how dare you! Albert Godby: I couldn't resist! Myrtle Bagot: Oh, well, trouble you for keeping your hands to yourself! Albert Godby: Oh, you blushing - oh, you look wonderful when you're angry ... just like an avenging angel. Myrtle Bagot: I'll give you avenging angel! ... Coming in here taking liberties! Albert Godby: I thought last Monday, you said you wouldn't object to a friendly little slap. Myrtle Bagot: Never mind about last Monday ... I'm on duty now. And I should think to what would happen if Mr Saunders should be looking through the window. Albert Godby: Well, if Mr Saunders happens to be looking through the window its about time he saw something worth looking at. Myrtle Bagot: You 'ought to be ashamed of yourself! Albert Godby: Oh, it's high spirit ... don't be mad at me. Myrtle Bagot: 'High spirit' - indeed. Take your tea and be quiet. Albert Godby: It's all your fault really. Myrtle Bagot: I don't know to what your referring! Albert Godby: ... I was thinking about tonight? Myrtle Bagot: If you don't learn to behave yourself - there won't be a tonight. Or any other night either. Albert Godby: Give us a kiss. Myrtle Bagot: I'll do no such thing, the lady might see us! Albert Godby: Come on a quick one across the counter! Myrtle Bagot: Albert, stop it! Albert Godby: (takes hold of her arms) Come on! Myrtle Bagot: Let go of me, this minute Albert! (he knocks over a plate of something) now look at me' bamberys all over the floor!