Tom Jones (1963)

Susannah York: Sophie Western

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Quotes 

• 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 : [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 : Tell me, child, what objection can you have to the young gentleman?

  Sophie Western : A very solid objection, in my opinion - I hate him.

  Miss Western : Well, I have known many couples who have entirely disliked each other lead very comfortable, genteel lives.

• Lady Bellaston : Lord Fellamar is one of the most gallant young fellows about town. Make love to you, indeed! I only wish he would. You would be mad to refuse him.

  Sophie Western : Then I shall most certainly be mad.

• Honor : [Regarding the scandal that has erupted over Molly Seagrim's illegitimate child]  And after everyone's kindness, too. She had laid the child at young Mr. Jones's door. All the parish say Mr. Allworthy is so angry with Mr. Jones that he won't see him. To be sure one can't help but pity the poor young man. He's so pretty a gentleman. I should be sorry to see him turned out of doors.

  Sophie Western : [Slightly annoyed]  Why do you tell me all this? What concern have I of what Mr. Jones does?

  Honor : Why, ma'am, I never thought it was any harm to say a young man was handsome. But I shall never think of him any more now, for handsome is as handsome does.

  Sophie Western : Tittle-tattle, tittle-tattle. I shall be late for the hunt.

  Honor : [Expressing faint contrition]  Sorry, I'm sure, madam.

• Honor : [after the hunt, Tom Jones, injured, lies on a bed with Honor and Sophie tending to him. He pretends to be asleep]  Look at him, ma'am. He's the most handsome man I ever saw in my life.

  Sophie Western : Why, Honor! I do believe you're in love with him!

  Honor : I assure you, ma'am, I'm not.

  Sophie Western : If you were, I see no reason that you should be ashamed of it... for he certainly is a handsome fellow.

  Honor : That he is. The most handsome man I ever saw in my life. And as you say, ma'am, I don't know why I should be ashamed of looking at him, even though he is my better. For gentle folk are but flesh and blood like other persons. I am an honest person's child, and my mother and father were married, which is more than some people can say as high as they hold their heads.

  Sophie Western : [Shocked at her comments]  Honor!

  Honor : [while Honor continues talking, Tom Jones shows signs of awakening from his feigned sleep]  My grandfather was a clergyman and he would have been very angry to have thought any of his family had taken up with Molly Seagrim's leavings... Why, ma'am, the young gentleman is awake.

  Sophie Western : Yes, you've awakened him with your foolish chatter.

  Tom Jones : I feel awake for the first time ever.

• 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]