Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham: Let's not argue.
Violet Crawley: I never argue, I explain.
Robert Crawley, Earl of Grantham: Let's not argue.
Violet Crawley: I never argue, I explain.
Fred Flarsky: [wearing traditional Swedish dress as a joke played at his expense] Okay, but you dressed me like Cap'n Crunch's Grindr date, so I'm going to drink and enjoy the part.
Minister: Why is God, who is a loving God, capable of such things? When someone is taken from us at such a young age, we often ask ourselves why.
Margaret Barnell: Bullshit.
Jane: Do you poke smot?
Ellie Haworth: I don't think being afraid to try is a good enough reason for anything.
Johann Friedrich Struensee: Your majesty.
Caroline Mathilde: You recognized me.
Johann Friedrich Struensee: I would recognize you blindfolded.
Caroline Mathilde: But your costume is not very imaginative.
Johann Friedrich Struensee: I'm afraid I'm not very good at the masquerade.
Caroline Mathilde: I believe this is the one night when everyone can be themselves.
[pause]
Caroline Mathilde: But you never remove your mask. Do you?
Roy Miller: Nobody follow us or I kill myself and then her!
Henry Wilcox: Don't take a sentimental attitude toward the poor.
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Henry Wilcox: The poor are the poor. One is sorry for them, but there it is.
Lovely B. Singh: Do me a favor, don't do me any favor.
Duke of Devonshire: This will be the mistake of your life.
Georgiana, The Duchess of Devonshire: No, I made that many years ago. I trust you can see yourself out.