James Mason: James Leamington

Georgy Girl

James Leamington

Ted: Your wife is at peace, Mr. James. A quick and merciful death. I don't suppose she ever knew what hit her.
James Leamington: Something hit her?

James Leamington: [taking Georgy into his study] Now, Georgy, I want you to sit quiet and listen for a moment. I'm 49 today.
Georgy: [nonchalantly starts singing "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow"] For he's a jolly good fellow...
James Leamington: Shut up! I'm 49. Notice that: not 50 yet. When I first met your dad, I was 27 and just got married. Your dad was unemployed and couldn't afford to marry your mother. I took him on. She came along as housekeeper, and they got married. Ellen and I have never been blessed with children. As a result, I've tended to look upon you as my daughter. I've always been sorry that you weren't. But now I'm glad.
Georgy: Because of what I did out there?
James Leamington: No. I brought you in here to make you an offer.
Georgy: You want to adopt me?
James Leamington: Georgy, please! No, something quite different. I want you to be my mistress.

James Leamington: [talking about his late wife] She was a beautiful woman... *beautiful*. Tolerant. Civilized... and about as exciting as a half brick.

James Leamington: How's the pregnancy going?
Georgy: Oh, lumping along.
James Leamington: Still at the flat?
Georgy: That's right.
James Leamington: The three of you?
Georgy: Four, soon.
James Leamington: That's not very fair on you. The wife, the husband, too.
Georgy: We share.
James Leamington: You share? Share what? Him?
Georgy: The flat.
James Leamington: Well, it all seems very offbeat, if you ask me.
Georgy: [sarcastic] Ooh, it is. It's dead kinky. We all dress up as Boy Scouts and beat each other with our woggles.

James Leamington: [talking about Georgy] I never see her these days. Doesn't it worry you sometimes, the danger she runs?
Ted: Danger?
James Leamington: The people she mixes with. She's not more than a child.
Ted: She's as tough as old boots! Do you know when she was eight, she could crack a walnut with her fist?

Ted: Oh, she's nipped off.
James Leamington: By the look of it. If I were you, Ted, I'd take her across my knee, pull down her knickers and give her a good - tanning.