— You can not be so contrary.
— I'm a woman, Mary. I can be as contrary as I choose.
— I suspect she's quite a tough nut.
— And I'm quite a tough nutcracker.
Well, if we only had moral thoughts, what would the poor churchmen find to do?
— Hello, Edith, dear.
— Hello, Granny. Isn't it exciting?
— At my age one must ration one's excitement.
— Then, will you take young Pegg? He impressed me so favourably.
— I wonder your halo doesn't grow heavy. It must be like wearing a tiara round the clock.
— Will you help him? His mother would be very grateful. And so would I.
— Yes, but your gratitude never seems too last. I've no sooner said yes than you come back with another request.
— If we don't respect the past, we'll find it harder to build our future.
— Where did you read that?
— I made it up. I thought it was rather good.
— It's too good. One thing we don't want is a poet in the family.
— Would it be so bad?
— The only poet peer I am familiar with is Lord Byron. And I presume you all know how that ended.
— I'm sorry, Mama, but you know me. I have to say what I think.
— Why? Nobody else does.
— They do say there's a wild man inside all of us.
— If only he would stay inside.
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