Hysteria (2011)

Hugh Dancy: Mortimer Granville

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• Edmund St. John-Smythe : [brainstorming]  The Rubby-Nubby.

  Mortimer Granville : The Vibratorium.

  Edmund St. John-Smythe : The Jiggly-Wiggly?

  Mortimer Granville : Paroxysmator.

  Edmund St. John-Smythe : Oh, the Sorcerer's Apprentice.

  Mortimer Granville : The Excitetator?

  Edmund St. John-Smythe : Mr. Wobbly.

  Mortimer Granville : Oh, please.

  Edmund St. John-Smythe : What about, The Squealer?

• Molly : What do you call that little thing?

  Mortimer Granville : I was calling it the feather duster.

  Molly : Well I'd think of something quick, so that a girl knows what to ask for.

• Mortimer Granville : Sir, I would be enormously grateful for any position that allowed me to offer relief to my patients, with little chance of killing them.

• Mortimer Granville : Well, you see, after consulting with my patients and considerable reflection, it is my professional opinion that hysteria is a fiction. It's nothing but a catch-all dignosis for women without opportunity, forced to spend their lives tending to domestic chores and selfish, prudish husbands who are unwilling or... unable to make love to them properly. Or often enough.

• Charlotte Dalrymple : It must be difficult pleasuring half the women in the city.

  Mortimer Granville : Madam, *pleasure* has nothing to do with it, I can assure you.

  Charlotte Dalrymple : Well I suppose that depends on whether you're *over* the table or on it.

• Charlotte Dalrymple : Something wrong?

  Mortimer Granville : No, no. Um... I've just never seen you so... so...

  Charlotte Dalrymple : formally attired?

  Mortimer Granville : I was going to say... clean.

• Charlotte Dalrymple : Doctor Granville. I suppose I now owe you my uterus.

  Mortimer Granville : That's an interesting offer. Something to meditate on while I consider a new career.

• Charlotte Dalrymple : I am a woman like any other.

  Mortimer Granville : Oh no, you're quite unlike any woman I've ever met.

  [pause] 

  Mortimer Granville : Will you be alright?

  Charlotte Dalrymple : Yeah, I'm fine. I've got lots of friends in prison.

• Mortimer Granville : I tell you Edward, the healing arts in England are positively lethal. It's not a coincidence the morgues are placed adjacent to the hospitals.

• Mortimer Granville : I grant you, there may not be room in the world for more than one Charlotte Dalrymple. Fortunately for all of us, I think they must have broken the mould.

• Charlotte Dalrymple : For us it's mindless housework and doting on some halfwit.

  Mortimer Granville : You can make some halfwit very happy.

  Charlotte Dalrymple : It's simply not enough for me, or for most women. Would it be enough for you?

  Mortimer Granville : Oh, I'm not most women.

• Emily Dalrymple : Good night, Doctor.

  Mortimer Granville : How is it, Miss Dalrymple, that you are so much the ideal and your sister is so... so volatile?

  Emily Dalrymple : Well, I'm hardly ideal, Doctor, and... Charlotte, she just... feels everything so strongly. If you truly knew her, you would see she is terribly clever and wonderfully charitable.

  Mortimer Granville : Well, if she's earned such love and admiration from one so kind and gentle as yourself, I shall never speak poorly of her.

  Emily Dalrymple : Good night, Doctor.

  Mortimer Granville : Good night, Miss Dalrymple.

• Dr. Robert Dalrymple : I won't lie to you Granville; its tedious, tiring work. Are you fit?

  Mortimer Granville : I have never shrieked from hardwork in the pursuit of helping the most needy among us.

  Dr. Robert Dalrymple : Jolly good.

• Mortimer Granville : You, Madam, are a socialist.

  Charlotte Dalrymple : A socialist? And what if I am? Are there not eight oarsmen in a crew?