My Cousin Rachel (2017)

Sam Claflin: Philip

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• [Last lines] 

  Philip : Was she? Did she? Didn't she? Rachel, my torment.

• [First lines] 

  Philip : [voice over]  Did she? Didn't she? Who was to blame?

• Rachel : She died on her wedding night.

  Philip : God, of what?

  Rachel : Of shock... I think.

• Philip : I believe in nothing of what you've told me. I believe had I been here my cousin would still be alive. And I believe, whatever it cost him, in pain and suffering before he died, I will return with full measure upon a woman that caused it.

• Philip : The only women allowed in the house were the dogs.

• Louise : Philip, inquiries were made. My father...

  Philip : What inquiries?

  Louise : In matters of the heart, it seems that Enrico Rainaldi is more Greek than he is Italian... He likes boys, Philip.

• Rachel : Or, I run out of money and am forced to give Italian lessons to the *bored* wives of the gentry.

  Philip : Oh, no-no. Only spinsters teach. Everybody knows that. And then only when no one will support them.

  Rachel : And what about widows?

  Philip : Widows? Ah, well, widows remarry as fast as they can. And if they can't do that, they just pawn their wedding rings.

  Rachel : Well, I think I would prefer to give Italian lessons.

• Philip : Yesterday, you seemed all down in the dumps.

  Louise : I'm amazed you noticed.

  Philip : We all did. I'm surprised the Pascoe girls didn't remark on it.

  Louise : Well, the Pascoe girls were probably far to busy remarking on something else.

  Philip : What?

  Louise : How easy it must be for a woman like your cousin Rachel to twist you around her little finger.

• Philip : What is it?

  Rachel : Tisane. It's Italian... tea infusions made from these herbs. Here, try. Try.

  [Hands him the cup] 

  Philip : [Takes a tentative sip from the cup]  It's, em, disgusting.

  Rachel : [laughs]  It's good for you. Good for the health.

• Philip : [to Rachel]  I would much rather you hit me than to hear you cry.

• Philip : [under his breath]  Unbelievable bitch.

  Enrico Rainaldi : Hm?

  Philip : I said how much I was looking forward to seeing her.

• Philip : What was she like, for God's sake?

  Seecombe : I can't say, Sir.

  Philip : My God, man, is she fat? Thin? Tall? Short? Does she have a wooden leg? A moustache? Has she got a wort on her nose?

  Seecombe : I don't know nothin' about that, Sir.

• Rachel : I'll open the window before I go to bed.

  Philip : Then, the rain will come in and spoil the new carpet.

  Rachel : How pernickety you are.

  Philip : I thought you lots worried about things like that.

  Rachel : You lots?

  Philip : Women.

  Rachel : Only when they have nothing else to worry about.

• Philip : You are a stickler for these things, aren't you, Mr. Couch?

  Couch : Well, that's my job, Master Ashley. To stickle.

• Philip : Where is he?

  Enrico Rainaldi : Where is he? Surely, my dear fellow, you know. He is dead.

• Philip : You know perfectly well she drove him to his death.

  Kendall : We know nothing of the sort.

• Louise : What are you going to do with her?

  Philip : Confront her. Of course, she'll try and bluster her way out of it - with a faint.

  Louise : A swoon, theatrically.

  Philip : Have hysterics. Isn't that what one expects of Italians.

  Louise : Well, she's only half Italian.

• Philip : With all that macaroni, she'll probably be too fat to get up the stairs.

• Philip : I want justice, for Ambrose.

• Philip : Where the devil are the dogs?

  Seecombe : I think they followed her upstairs.

• Philip : Everyone will be gawking at you.

  Rachel : Then I shall just gawk back.

• Rachel : How would you define it? Our femininity? Mrs. Pascoe's and mine?

  Philip : God knows. All I know is I like looking at you; but, I don't like looking at Mrs. Pascoe.

• Philip : Where is she?

  Kendall : In the kitchen.

  Philip : Doing what?

  Kendall : Hard to tell.

• Philip : Good night.

  Rachel : Good night.

  Philip : And I hope you'll sleep.

  Rachel : You too.

  Philip : And not be angry with me.

  Rachel : I wasn't angry with you, Phillip. Come here. Bend down.

  [she gives him a kiss] 

  Rachel : Now, go to bed like a good boy. Go. Go!

• Rachel : Why should women suffer in childbirth? Is it simply their destiny to do so?

  Philip : I never thought about it.

  Rachel : No. Of course, you haven't. You know nothing about women.

• Philip : Rachel. Rachel.

  Rachel : What is it?

  Philip : I've got something for you.

  Rachel : I'm asleep.

• Philip : There's only one thing I want. But, I won't ask for it.

  Rachel : Why not?

  Philip : Because, you'd slap my face.

  Rachel : Tell me.

  Philip : I know - I - I know now, what I lack.

  Rachel : Do you?

  Philip : Yes.

  Rachel : Are you sure?

  Philip : I'm sure.

  Rachel : [blows out the candle]  Happy birthday.

• Rachel : I wanted you to enjoy it, I wanted to thank you.

  Philip : For what?

  Rachel : For what? For everything! For being so kind to me. For the jewels. Or, did you - did you - did you think you had bought me?

• Rachel : Don't close the door. After last night, I cannot be alone with you.

  Philip : Please don't do this.

  Rachel : I don't feel safe with you.

  Philip : I beg you.

• Louise : Look at it! The dust!

  Philip : She can dust it herself if it bothers her.

  Louise : And the smell! Has every dog in the county taken a shit in here?

  Philip : Possibly.