Patricia Routledge credited as playing...
Hyacinth
- Hyacinth: [she and Richard are trapped, chest-to-chest, between two cabinets in a room far too small for them] Are you going left or right?
- Richard: At the moment I don't seem to be going anywhere at all!
- Hyacinth: I don't like this level of intimacy, Richard. I don't think it's appropriate at our age. Would you please remove yourself from my person?
- Hyacinth: [the first time she attempts to ride] Now listen, horse. I am not a person to be trifled with.
- [first lines]
- Hyacinth: Richard. Is there any sign of our new furniture yet, dear?
- Richard: Not yet.
- Hyacinth: Ohhh. Ohhh, Richard, I feel it's so appropriate, our owning a place like this.
- Richard: All we own is a small apartment, and when I say small, I mean micro.
- Hyacinth: We are part owners of a mansion; that's all anyone need know. It's so lower middle class to go into details.
- Richard: The detail that concerns me is now that we've bought the place, how are we going to afford it?
- Hyacinth: Such a good address, dear. You know these things aren't primary with me, but there are people who go quite dizzy rubbing shoulders with the county elite.
- Hyacinth: [after Emmet has gotten his head stuck in a hole in the wall] Remain calm, Emmet!
- Emmet Hawksworth: [shriek] I AM CALM, HYACINTH!
- Hyacinth: Shhhh!
- Emmet Hawksworth: [whispered shriek] Under the circumstances, I think I am being exceptionally calm!
- Emmet Hawksworth: [Hyacinth's horse won't budge despite repeated efforts on her part] Perhaps you left the brake on, Hyacinth!
- Hyacinth: Hmmm?
- [Cracks up everyone else by actually looking for a brake]
- Richard: In films, when they want to start a horse, they slap it on the rump.
- Richard: Well, try it gently, dear. Remember, I'm not Roy Rogers!