Reginald Anson Quotes in The Englishman Who Went Up a Hill But Came Down a Mountain (1995)

[Anson and Garrad have explained they must go and calculate the height]

Thomas Twp Too: And how d'you know later?

Reginald Anson: Well, w-we've made, um, we've made measurements with those two hills, and w-we already know the height of Newton Beacon and Whitchurch Hill...

Thomas Twp: But how were they measured?

Reginald Anson: The same way, by comparing them with other hills.

Thomas Twp Too: But who measured the first hill?

Rev. Robert Jones: [whispering] God. God, my boy. God.

[Betty is cutting flowers from the garden]

Reginald Anson: They're pretty.

Betty: Mmm, yes. Not as pretty as me... YOU'RE supposed to say that.

[the resurvey could not be completed by nightfall]

Reginald Anson: Well, i-i-it will be measured again! I mean, uh, perhaps we'll even come back through here on our return, and...

Betty: You won't be back. This isn't a place that people like you come back to.

Reginald Anson: Well, I'll try, I'll, I'll really try...

Betty: I'll try! Is that the best you can do?

Betty: There's nothing very special about me. I'm the kind of girl you usually don't notice: I scuttle in with a tray of tea, bow my head, and scuttle out.

Reginald Anson: I'd notice.

Betty: No, you wouldn't. Not usually.

Reginald Anson: Pleasant enough sort of place, isn't it?

George Garrad: I suppose so, considering it's Wales.

Reginald Anson: Um, I'm not sure that I can rely on Mr. Garrad. But, um, the thing is, I-I will need an assistant. I, uh - you wouldn't, um?

Betty: Me?

Reginald Anson: Well, why not?

Betty: Well... I've never been to Abyssinia!

Reginald Anson: Heh.

Betty: Or Aden, or Sevastopol. And I can't speak with a posh accent for long.

Reginald Anson: Well, I-I-I-I think we can get over that.

Betty: I'm just a maidservant!

Reginald Anson: Well, I-I don't think the word just could apply to you about anything.

Betty: Was that a compliment?

Reginald Anson: Yes. Yes. Now, n-now I'm going to blush, so, um, would you help me... please?

Betty: Since you said please. And you're blushing!

Reginald Anson: Ohh.

Betty: Yes, I will.

Reginald Anson: Good. Then, um, prepare the engineer's transit.

Betty: What?

Reginald Anson: I'll show you.

George Garrad: Can't be too careful in foreign climes.

Reginald Anson: It's only Wales.

George Garrad: It's still foreign!

Reginald Anson: Look, sorry, could I PLEASE get a pint of bitter?

Morgan the Goat: No need to get all English about it.

Reginald Anson: We're cartographers. Mapmakers.

Sgt. Thomas: Ho! Very useful, I'm sure.