Hope and Glory (1987)

Sarah Miles: Grace

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• Grace Rowan : Don't kill love. You'll regret it for the rest of your life.

• Grace Rowan : Mac, did you ever find out who Molly went off with.

  Mac : Ran off with a Polish pilot. Sounds like one of those bad jokes on the wireless!

  Grace Rowan : You miss her. And I know I do.

  Mac : She said, "I know you love me, babe. But you never love me enough."

  Grace Rowan : Not loving enough. What a terrible thing to do to someone. I suppose I did it to Clive. I, always held something back.

  Mac : All better left unsaid, Grace.

  Grace Rowan : You were never apart, you and Clive. He kept asking and asking. I kept waiting and waiting for you to say something. But you never did.

  Mac : Clive had a job. I didn't. I couldn't. You did the decent thing, Grace.

  Grace Rowan : This war, has put an end to decent things.

  Mac : We can't change what's past. Not even the war can do that.

  Grace Rowan : Oh we did the proper thing. But we lost love. And that's sad, Mac.

• Grandfather George : "What can you do with four daughters," I asked myself. Four daughters. A string quartet was all I could come up with. And they hated me for making them learn.

  Grace Rowan , Charity , Faith , Hope : And now we're glad you did.

• Clive Rowen : It's German jam. Well, it's all right. It came from a German ship. Got sunk, this stuff washed ashore. Crates of it. Jam. Our boys found it on the beach by the rifle range.

  Grace Rowan : We don't know anything about it.

  Clive Rowen : Well, it's off ration. We know that.

  Grace Rowan : Well, how do we know they didn't plant it there? They know we are mad on jam. They could poison half the country!

• Grace Rowan : Clive, fetch the doctor.

  Clive Rowen : Are you ill?

  Grace Rowan : Not me. Dawn. She's in labor!

  Clive Rowen : Hot water! Lots of hot water.

  Mac : What for?

  Clive Rowen : I don't know. They always say that in the pictures.

• Dawn : Where are my stockings? I can't find my stockings.

  Grace Rowan : Dawn, pet, they've started a war.

  Dawn : Have they? That's not my fault. I still need my stockings, don't I?

  Clive Rowen : I don't want to hear about your stockings!

• Molly : Well, a few bombs might wake up this country.

  Grace Rowan : Take more than a few bombs to wake up Dawn on a Sunday morning.

  Dawn : This phoney war gets on my nerves.

  Grace Rowan : Morning.

  Dawn : If we're going to have a war, I wish they'd start.

• Grace Rowan : Now, Billy, keep to the pavement and don't dawdle. Off you go.

• Molly : Bloody gin. Always makes me cry!

  [cries] 

  Mac : Couple of crossed wires. She only weeps when she's happy.

  Grace Rowan : Oh, stop it, Molly. You'll start me off now.

  [weeps] 

• Grace Rowan : That poor woman. Poor old London.

• Grace Rowan : Has Sue got it right?

  Clive Rowen : What's that?

  Grace Rowan : You joined up.

  Clive Rowen : Oh, that.

  Grace Rowan : I wish you could have told me yourself.

  Clive Rowen : Oh, Grace, it's not for long. They say it'll be over by Christmas.

• Grace Rowan : Susie, wakey-wakey. Quick. Quick as lightning, now. There we go. Billy. Billy. Come on, Billy. Wakey-wakey. Quick, quick. Quick, march. Dawn. Dawn. Air raid. Dawn, what have you been up to? Come on.

  Dawn : I'm not going to that shelter. I'd sooner die!

• Dawn : I want him! I want him so much! I'll kill myself if I don't have him.

  Grace Rowan : There, there. Oh, my baby. Go, if you want. What does it matter? We may all be dead tomorrow.

• Mrs. Evans : Didn't I see you with a soldier, Dawn?

  Dawn : Just doing my bit for the war effort.

  Grace Rowan : I won't have this vulgar talk in my house.

  Dawn : It's only a joke, Mummy.

• Molly : God, how I hate all this scrimping and squalor.

  Grace Rowan : I don't mind it. It was harder before the war, trying to keep up appearances. Now, well, it's patriotic to be poor.

• Grace Rowan : You know something, Molly? I like it on my own. It's true. I never got used to sharing my bed. Not really.

  Molly : I love a man in bed. The smell of him. The hairiness rubbing against you. The weight of him. Then when they do it to you in the night and you're not sure if you're dreaming or if it's really happening. That's the best! No guilty feelings.

• Grace Rowan : I wish it all could have been different.