Another wedding invitation. And a list. Lovely.

Charles

Did anyone else tread in a cowpat? No, thought not.

Tom

The castle beckons, I think Tom.

Gareth

Scarlett: Isn't she beautiful?
Fiona: Scarlett, you're blind, she looks like a big meringue.

Matthew: Sorry we're so late. The others are just parking the car, I thought we'd all go with Tom.
Charles: Late? So late?
Matthew: Yeah. It's 9:45.
Charles: 9:45?
Matthew: Yep. 45 minutes until "I do."

American guest: Do you actually know Oscar Wilde?
Gareth: Not personally no. But I do know someone who could get you his fax number. Shall we dance?

Charles: Let me ask you one thing. Do you think - after we've dried off, after we've spent lots more time together - you might agree NOT to marry me? And do you think not being married to me might maybe be something you could consider doing for the rest of your life?
Carrie: I do.

I think we both missed a great opportunity here.

Carrie

Fiona: Where's Gareth?
Matthew: Torturing Americans.
Fiona: How thoughtful of him.

Charles: Tom, are you the richest man in England?
Tom: Oh, no. We're... like, seventh.

Carrie: Our timing has been very bad.
Charles: Yes it has been. Very bad.
Carrie: It's been a disaster.
Charles: It has been, as you say, very bad indeed.

In the name of the father, the son and the holy goat. Eh...GHOST!

Father Gerald

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