Personnage - Violet Crawley

What is a Weekend?

- Good heavens, what am I sitting on?
- A swivel… chair.
- Oh, another modern brainwave?
- Not very modern; they were invented by Thomas Jefferson.
- Why does every day involve a fight with an American?

- Je m’en vais demain matin Lady Grantham, je doute que nous nous revoyons.
- Vous le promettez ?

- What should we call each other?
- Well, we could always start with Mrs. Crawley and Lady Grantham.

I’m woman, Mary. I can be as contrary as I choose.

- N’y avait-il pas un bal masqué à Paris quand le choléra s’est répandu ? La moitié des invités étaient morts avant de quitter le bal.
- Merci, Mère. Cela nous réconfortera pour un moment.

- [À Mrs. Crawley] You are quite wonderful, the way you see room for improvement wherever you look. I never knew such reforming zeal.
- I take that as a compliment. [Elle se tourne et part dans l’autre direction]
- [Elle rigole] I must have said it wrong.

- I’m so looking forward to seeing your mother again. When I’m with her I’m reminded of the virtues of the English.
- But isn’t she American?
- Exactly.

I’m so sorry, I thought you were a waiter.

Seems a pity to miss such a good pudding.

- Wasn’t there a masked ball in Paris when cholera broke out? Half the guests were dead before they left the ballroom.
- [Sarcastique] Thank you, Mama. That’s cheered us up no end.