Cul-de-sac (1966)

Donald Pleasence: George

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• George : Take back your bloody filthy insinuations and get the hell out of my - fortress. Fortress. Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out! Get out.

• George : Agnes!

• Teresa : You make me sick! If you were a man, you would not let this big creep insult me.

  George : Nobody's insulting you, sweetie pie.

• George : What's the name of this rock pile?

  Richard : Rob Roy. Lindisfarne Island, Northumberland.

  George : What? Speak up!

  Richard : Rob Roy! Lindisfarne Island! Northumberland!

• Teresa : Another gorilla, like you.

  Richard : You ain't English, are ya? Continental, huh? You got an accent. You ain't British.

  George : Well, you're not exactly Anglo-Saxon yourself.

  Richard : Snotty, huh? I'm acting regular with you, and you're acting snotty. I'm regular with you, ain't I?

  George : My-My wife is French.

  Richard : All right.

• Teresa : You let that big creep insult me without saying a word. You, the big war hero.

  George : That's nothing to do with it. I was in the tanks.

  Teresa : You told me the cavalry.

  George : The armored cavalry.

  Teresa : What's that?

• Richard : What a rock pile. Eleventh century.

  George : Romantic age.

  Richard : Bring on the little girls! You could throw some real wild orgies in that old castle of yours - couldn't you, you old bastard, you?

• George : She's just a girl, a child. She's a naughty little girl.

  Richard : A child, my foot.

  George : I worship her. I'm absolutely crazy about her.

  Richard : You're a sucker.

  George : Have you ever been in love?

• Richard : Cheers, old chap.

  George : I never drink.

  Richard : You ain't refusing to have a drink with Dickie, are you?

  George : I can't drink alcohol. It makes me sick. Especially this time in the morning.

  Richard : Either you're a pal or you ain't. Time don't make no difference with pals. Bottoms up.

• Cecil : You'll ruin that painting hanging it over the fireplace.

  George : Oh, it doesn't matter.

  Teresa : George painted it.

• George : Nag, nag! Nagging bitch! That's all you are. All you care about is your gossip. Your nag, nag, chitter-chatter - - That's your only aim in life.

  Marion Fairweather : Poor George. Poor George. It was bound to end like this. He's gone completely off his rocker because of that tart.

  George : Say that again.

  Marion Fairweather : Tart! She's a tart! One has only to look at you to see that she'd go to bed with anything in trousers.

  George : The tart, as you call her, happens to be my wife.

• Philip Fairweather : I wouldn't put up with that fellow's language.

  George : Yes, I know, but good gardeners are awfully difficult to come by, you know.

• Marion Fairweather : You're going to have an exhibition?

  Philip Fairweather : Hey, you've been hiding things from us. When are you going to have this show?

  George : Surely you can see Teresa's pulling both your legs. She's teaching me to work in oils. I'm just a Sunday painter like a thousand others.

  Marion Fairweather : Grandma Moses!