Brief Encounter


Laura: I wish you’d stop talking. I wish you’d stop prying and trying to find things out. I wish you were dead – no, I don’t mean that. It was silly and unkind, and I shouldn’t have said it. But I do wish you’d stop talking.

Alec: What exciting lives we lead.

Alec: Cold?
Laura: No, not really.
Alec: Happy?
Laura: No, not really.

Laura: It’s awfully easy to lie when you know that you’re trusted implicitly. So very easy, and so very degrading.

Alec: Surely you’re not encouraging me to talk shop.
Laura: Why shouldn’t you talk shop? It’s what interests you most, isn’t it?
Alec: Yes, it is.

Laura: You’re the one person with enough kindness and wisdom to understand this, but Fred, you’re the one person I can never tell. Never, never. Because even if I waited until we were old, old people, you’d be bound to look back over the years and be hurt.

Laura: I’ve fallen in love. I didn’t think such violent things could happen to ordinary people.

Fred (doing a crossword puzzle): It was Richard III who said ‘My kingdom for a horse,’ wasn’t it?
Laura: Yes.
Fred: Yes, well, I wish to goodness he hadn’t, because it messes everything.

Laura: I might be a musician.
Alec: Never. You’re too sane and uncomplicated.
Laura: I suppose it’s a good thing to be uncomplicated, but it does sound rather dull.
Alec: You could never be dull.

Laura: And then I did see his face. It was rather a nice face.

Laura: The British have always been kind to mad people.