Harry Bundage Quotes in Candleshoe (1977)

Harry Bundage: [reading headstone] He followed the eclipse for riches and fame and if ye would prosper do ye the same.

Harry Bundage: You swag! My regimental tie.

Lady St. Edmund: Priory!

Lady St. Edmund: My Lady?

Casey Brown: Gagh!

[puts down the spoon]

Harry Bundage: Eat it!

Casey Brown: I can't! I've had enough! Uh...

[looks for a place to dump the rice pudding out]

Lady St. Edmund: Strawberries, shortbread, rice pudding? I must say, that was very unscrupulous of you, Priory.

Priory: Quite right, My Lady. Most unscrupulous.

Lady St. Edmund: We'll just let things take their course, shall we, Priory?

Priory: [bows] Very good.

Harry Bundage: [re-telling the story of Casey's homecoming to Grismworthy] Welcome to Candleshoe!

[hugs Clara]

Harry Bundage: Welcome to Candleshoe!

Grimsworthy: She did it?

Harry Bundage: She bloody did! It would be wonderful for Mr. Bundage, to go to town, be the life of the party!

[roughly packs the rest of Casey's things in a suitcase]

Harry Bundage: Well, whose to say we couldn't own the town?

Grimsworthy: Oh, Harry! Harry!

Harry Bundage: Clara. We are in. We are in!

Grimsworthy: Oh ho ho ho ho! Ha Ha, La La La La! Oh ho!

[her and Harry begin to dance with glee]

Casey Brown: [stands in front of the mirror after she has showered. She wipes the fog off the glass. The bathroom door behind her opens and Jenkins and Bundage walk in] Don't nobody knock around this place?

[both men stare at Casey]

Casey Brown: Who's this joker?

Harry Bundage: [walks up to Casey, roughly looks at her scars on her forehead and shoulderblade]

Jenkins: The markings are just the way you described them!

Harry Bundage: Yes!

[turns back to Casey]

Harry Bundage: Where did you get those scars?

Casey Brown: [sarcastically] Rudolph Valentino beat me 'cuz I wouldn't marry 'em!

Harry Bundage: [slaps Casey across the face] That's the last time you sass me! Now! Where did those scars come from?

Casey Brown: I don't remember.

[Harry raises his hand to slap Casey again, Casey flinches]

Harry Bundage: Just keep on, not remembering!

[throws a box on the table next to the sink]

Harry Bundage: Put those on!

[turns to Jenkins]

Harry Bundage: Excellent work, Mr. Jenkins! I'm very pleased!

Jenkins: Good, good! Will there be anything else, Mr. Bundage?

Harry Bundage: No, no.

Casey Brown: [has opened the box and holds up the garment] A dress?

Harry Bundage: Put it on.

Casey Brown: You're a hustler.

Harry Bundage: A what?

Casey Brown: A hustler. A con man. I can smell 'em a mile away.

Harry Bundage: You take care your smeller don't end up where your ears oughta be!

Grimsworthy: Maybe that's the clue, Harry, when he died! Maybe that means something.

Harry Bundage: Like what? He didn't know when he was gonna die!