The Old Dark House
1932
Rebecca Femm: They were all godless here. They used to bring their women here - brazen, lolling creatures in silks and satins. They filled the house with laughter and sin, laughter and sin. And if I ever went down among them, my own father and brothers - they would tell me to go away and pray, and I prayed - and left them with their lustful red and white women.
Horace Femm: The fact is, Morgan is an uncivilized brute. Sometimes he drinks heavily. A night like this will set him going and once he's drunk he's rather dangerous.
Horace Femm: It's only gin, you know. Only gin. I like gin.
(repeated line) Horace Femm: Have a potato.
Sir William Porterhouse: Oh, nothing like roast beef when a man's hungry. (sings) Oh, the roast beef of Old England... how does that go? Do you remember that Mr Waverton or was that before your time? Philip Waverton: Penderel's our song expert. Sir William Porterhouse: Oh, so you're musical, are you? Well, I've got a bit of a good ear myself... Horace Femm: (knocking loudly on the table) Have a potato!
Horace Femm: (picking up a bunch of flowers) My sister was on the point of arranging these flowers. (He tosses them into the fire)
Rebecca Femm: What is it? What do they want? Horace Femm: Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Rebecca Femm. Roger Penderel, Philip Waverton, Margaret Waverton: How do you do? Rebecca Femm: What are they doing here? What do they want? Roger Penderel, Philip Waverton, Margaret Waverton: How do you do? Rebecca Femm: What did they say? What do they want? What are they doing here? What's all the fuss about? What? Horace Femm: You must excuse my sister, she's a little deaf. In fact sometimes quite deaf.
Margaret Waverton: It's a dreadful night. Rebecca Femm: What? Margaret Waverton: I said it's a dreadful night. Rebecca Femm: Yes, it's a very old house. Very old. Margaret Waverton: It's very kind of you to let us stay. Rebecca Femm: What? Margaret Waverton: I say you're very kind. Rebecca Femm: Yes it is a dreadful night. I'm a little deaf. Margaret Waverton: I understand. Rebecca Femm: Yes. No beds!
Margaret Waverton: Well, I know what I'm going to do. That is if Miss Femm will let me. Rebecca Femm: What? Margaret Waverton: I'm dreadfully wet and I'd be so glad if I could go and change my clothes. Margaret Waverton: What? Rebecca Femm: I wondered if I might go and change my things. Margaret Waverton: You look wet. You'd better go and change your things.
Horace Femm: We make our own electric light here, and we are not very good at it. Pray, don't be alarmed if they go out altogether
Roger Penderel: There's someone outside. Rebecca Femm: They can't come in!
Rebecca Femm: No beds!
(Morgan slowly opens the door) Morgan: (groaning and muttering) Roger Penderel: Even Welsh ought not to sound like that!
Gladys DuCane: I know wind when I see it.
Rebecca Femm: (feels the fabric of Margaret Waverton's low-cut gown) ... fine stuff, but it'll rot. Rebecca Femm: (touches Margaret's skin above the neckline) ... finer stuff still, but it'll rot too!