The Wicker Tree (2011)

Jacqueline Leonard: Lady Delia Morrison

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• Lady Delia Morrison : [seeing Beth in a classy dress]  Ah, so that is what the modern missionaries are wearing these days. Or are you trying to tell us something, Beth?

  Beth Boothby : Okay, I'll admit it. I'm mad as hell at Steve. But you're throwing a party for me and I plan to enjoy it. Carla made the dress for me to wear after a gig. I don't know why I packed it. It must have been a premonition.

  Lady Delia Morrison : So, do you plan to forgive Steve? Say, tomorrow? You must remember to err is human; to forgive, divine.

  Beth Boothby : I'll probably forgive him in half an hour. You know why? Because I love that son of a bitch cowboy.

• Sir Lachlan Morrison : They're both perfect. I was afraid we'd have to look further afield this year. What a little star, especially if she can sing. And rather beautiful, too.

  Lady Delia Morrison : In a corn-fed, apple-cheeks sort of way.

  Sir Lachlan Morrison : A perfect mate for a cowboy, then.

  Lady Delia Morrison : Absolutely. I bet she smells of the dairy, a musky bush, milky tits, and just a hint of warm cow shit behind the ears.

  Sir Lachlan Morrison : So you approve of her, then?

  Lady Delia Morrison : Oh, and that poor Steve, wearing that ridiculous silver ring and waiting 'til his wedding day. It really is another world over there in America, isn't it?

• Sir Lachlan Morrison : Lolly's hospitalized the copper.

  Lady Delia Morrison : Well, I'm afraid we have not been successful with Beth. Magog is dead.

  [nonchalantly throwing the dead cat into a garbage can] 

  Lady Delia Morrison : Must have got to the milk. Beth, however, seems to be all right.

  Sir Lachlan Morrison : Well, Beame, you'd better deal with Miss Beth after breakfast, give her a shot of the usual.

  Beame : Yes, sir. Beg pardon, sir, but what if she's awake?

  Sir Lachlan Morrison : Then put her to sleep. Good God, man, how long have we been doing this?

  Lady Delia Morrison : Oh, pity about Magog. We will miss him.

  Sir Lachlan Morrison : Yes, well, the mice won't. Beame, get her ready for tomorrow before there are any more mishaps.

• [last lines] 

  Lady Delia Morrison : [holding Lolly and Steve's newborn son]  We have a little cowboy.

  [faces the rising sun] 

  Lady Delia Morrison : Find us a man to give us another.

  [joined by the townspeople in chanting] 

  Lady Delia Morrison : And another and another...