The Farmer's Wife (1928)
Jameson Thomas: Farmer Sweetland
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Quotes
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Farmer Sweetland : ...I am a man that a little child can lead but a regiment of soldiers couldn't drive.
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[last lines]
Farmer Sweetland : And if anybody knows a woman with a gentler heart and a straighter back and a nobler character, I'd like to see her.
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Farmer Sweetland : I don't mind they pillowy women... so long as they be pillowy in the right places.
Araminta Dench, His Housekeeper : A woman't that's a pillowy at thirty be often a feather bed at forty!
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Farmer Sweetland : A female or two be floatin' around in my mind like the smell of a Sunday dinner. Get a pencil and paper, 'Minta, and us'll run over the possibles and impossibles!
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Farmer Sweetland : The whole power of the female sex has been drawn against me. They have taken away my self-respect.
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Farmer Sweetland : [discussing wife prospects] You know her back view's not a day over thirty!
Araminta Dench, His Housekeeper : But, you have to live with her front view.
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Farmer Sweetland : There's no need to wish me luck - Louisa Windeatt will come like a lamb to the slaughter.
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Widow Windeatt : What brings you up my hill, Sweetland?
Farmer Sweetland : I come over like the foxes you're so fond of... to pick up a fat hen!
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Farmer Sweetland : *Yes* be a very short word.
Widow Windeatt : But there's a shorter...
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Widow Windeatt : I am not the sort of woman for you - I am far too independent.
Farmer Sweetland : You'll only feel the velvet glove and never know I was breaking you in.
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Farmer Sweetland : Well you don't want to marry a boy, do you?
Mary Hearn, Postmistress : Why not? 'Tis a way with girls to marry boys, isn't it?
Farmer Sweetland : Have you got the face to call yourself a *girl*?
Mary Hearn, Postmistress : What the mischief should I call myself, then?
Farmer Sweetland : *Full blown and a a bit over*... that's what I call you! The trouble with you is, you are too fond of dressing your mutton lamb fashion.
Mary Hearn, Postmistress : Is this a nightmare?
Farmer Sweetland : Your hat is!
Mary Hearn, Postmistress : You old sheep... to come to a woman in all her prime and beauty.
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Farmer Sweetland : Don' think you were the first, 'cause you wasn't!