Sir Humphrey Pengallan Quotes in Jamaica Inn (1939)

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: [to Mary after murdering her Aunt Patience] Good clean shot, wasn't it? I'm sorry. Poor creature, she had suffered so much, but I was forced to do it! You see, she was going to tell you about me. I didn't like that. I wanted to tell you myself.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: In Paris, you'll have a woman to attend you. I'll see to your new clothes myself. Yes, I'll see to that myself. We'll put silk next to that smooth skin of yours. Pale green silk, I think.

[Removes Mary's neckerchief gag around her mouth]

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: Bah, stop crying! Stop it, you little fool! Be beautiful! Oh, ply those tears if you like, but you must be beautiful. Well, you have to be hard now. The Age of Chivalry is gone!

Sir Humphrey's Friend: Why not a toast to beauty, Sir Humphrey?

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: Why not? A Chadwick, my figurine. I need inspiration again. Oh, there's beauty!

Sir Humphrey's Friend: But it's not alive!

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: More alive than half the people here. Look at them!

[last lines]

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: What are you all waiting for? A spectacle? You shall have it and tell your children how the great age ended. Make way for Pengallon!

Lady Beston: Last summer we made a tour of the lakes. Which lake did you admire the most, Sir Humphrey?

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: Chadwick! Which lake did I admire most?

Chadwick: Windermere, sir.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: Windermere.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: Do you want to see beauty alive? Chadwick! Ask Sam how long Nancy is going to be?

Sir Humphrey's Friend: Nancy?

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: The most beautiful creature west of Exeter.

Sir Humphrey's Friend: You see, Lady Beston, that's why he stays here and never comes to London any more. He keeps a girl here, the monster.

Lady Beston: Then I would prefer not to make her acquaintance.

Sir Humphrey's Friend: No, no, no. I'm curious!

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: I have a wager here. Always expect a wager!

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: "She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright, Meet in her aspect - - and her eyes"

Mary Yellen: Thank you, sir. But, I didn't come for poetry, but for a horse.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: A horse? Be worthy of Lord Byron's poetry, you shall have the horse.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: And you're going where?

Mary Yellen: To Jamaica Inn.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: Jamaica Inn? You, eh, can't go there.

Mary Yellen: Why not?

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: Em, Sam! This young lady wants to know why she can't go to Jamaica Inn. Will you tell her?

Sir Humphrey's Groom: Oh, not there Miss. No place for a young lady.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: See, even Sam knows that. No. Let us stay - here.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: Now, if I can be of any service, please command me. Remember, I'm Pengallan. This is Pengallan land. Don't forget now.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: What do they live for? Poor scum! You were right to put them out of their misery. Look at this exquisite stuff! Worth the miserable lives of a 100 rum rotten sailors, perfection of its own kind. That's all that matters, Merlyn.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: Don't - butcher and baker me, you old numbskull!

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: Like a prince. And I'll make a princess out of you.

Sir Humphrey Pengallan: Chadwick! Get the, um, fellow some - bread and beer.