A Field in England Quotes
Friend: When you get to the alehouse, see a way to get a message to my wife.
Jacob: Anything, Friend. Anything.
Friend: Tell her... tell her I hate her. Tell her I did burn her father's barn. 'Twas payment for forcing our marriage. Tell her I loved her sister. Who I had. Many times. From behind. Like a beautiful prize sow.
Jacob: If I'd have known that, I would have paid you more respect, brother.
Jacob: Anything, Friend. Anything.
Friend: Tell her... tell her I hate her. Tell her I did burn her father's barn. 'Twas payment for forcing our marriage. Tell her I loved her sister. Who I had. Many times. From behind. Like a beautiful prize sow.
Jacob: If I'd have known that, I would have paid you more respect, brother.
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Friend: I think I have worked out what God is punishing us for. Everything.
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O'Neil: You cannot escape the field, Whitehead!
Whitehead: Then I shall become it! I shall consume all the ill fortune which you are set to unleash. I shall chew up all the selfish scheming and ill intentions that men like you force upon men like me, and bury it in the stomach of this place!
Whitehead: Then I shall become it! I shall consume all the ill fortune which you are set to unleash. I shall chew up all the selfish scheming and ill intentions that men like you force upon men like me, and bury it in the stomach of this place!
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Whitehead: [after coughing up stones carved with mysterious symbols]Well, I have no recollection of consuming anything of the remotest sort.
O'Neil: A man can hold a great deal inside that he does not comprehend. I am not familiar with these symbols, though.
Whitehead: Nor I. I feel... Suddenly empty.
O'Neil: Then maybe you should keep your mouth shut unless something else should rush in while you're not paying attention, because you are apparently nothing more than an envelope.
O'Neil: A man can hold a great deal inside that he does not comprehend. I am not familiar with these symbols, though.
Whitehead: Nor I. I feel... Suddenly empty.
O'Neil: Then maybe you should keep your mouth shut unless something else should rush in while you're not paying attention, because you are apparently nothing more than an envelope.
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Friend: It does not surprise me that the Devil is an Irishman, though I thought perhaps a little taller.
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Friend: You think about a thing before you touch it, am I right?
Whitehead: Is that not usual?
Friend: Not in Essex.
Whitehead: Is that not usual?
Friend: Not in Essex.
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Jacob: I'm going to have a shit. [Grunting and Panting]
Friend: Sounds like hard work. Is it a boy or a girl?
Jacob: Fuck off! Ah, fucking nettles.
Friend: Yeah. You all right? You've got shit on you as well.
Jacob: Help me up. You never seen a man have a shit before? Go on, fuck off.
Friend: Sounds like hard work. Is it a boy or a girl?
Jacob: Fuck off! Ah, fucking nettles.
Friend: Yeah. You all right? You've got shit on you as well.
Jacob: Help me up. You never seen a man have a shit before? Go on, fuck off.
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Jacob: Friend. My business with your man is concluded. If 'tis all the same, I might bob off now. I confess I feel peaky. Could you do a few hours' kip?
O'Neil: Do not address me as friend and do not speak to me directly again. Otherwise I'll turn you into a frog.
O'Neil: Do not address me as friend and do not speak to me directly again. Otherwise I'll turn you into a frog.
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Jacob: Am I bewitched?
Whitehead: No. Sir, you merely suffer a disease in the private parts, occasioned by too much venereal sport.
Jacob: 'This all?
Whitehead: Well, I also deduce gout, bloody flux, apostem of the mouth, the pissing disease, St. Anthony's fire, iliac passion, hemorrhoids and palsy brought on by drink.
Jacob: Then, I'm not turn into a frog?
Whitehead: 'Tis the one complaint you do not suffer besides plague. All I can do is administer a poultice to your yard, to soothe.
Jacob: Thank you.
Whitehead: No. Sir, you merely suffer a disease in the private parts, occasioned by too much venereal sport.
Jacob: 'This all?
Whitehead: Well, I also deduce gout, bloody flux, apostem of the mouth, the pissing disease, St. Anthony's fire, iliac passion, hemorrhoids and palsy brought on by drink.
Jacob: Then, I'm not turn into a frog?
Whitehead: 'Tis the one complaint you do not suffer besides plague. All I can do is administer a poultice to your yard, to soothe.
Jacob: Thank you.
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Jacob: Sooner I get back to fucking London, the fucking better. A new fucking coat. Fucking doors that fucking shout. And citizens that pay small fucking reckoning to astrology. I would rather die of the fucking plague in the fucking fleet than spend another fucking minute in the countryside.
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Jacob: He's the king of cold-hearted bastards, I'll give him that. Could do with more like him in the ranks.
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Jacob: Am I bewitched?
Whitehead: No. Sir, you merely suffer a disease in the private parts, occasioned by too much venereal sport.
Jacob: 'This all?
Whitehead: Well, I also deduce gout, bloody flux, apostem of the mouth, the pissing disease, St. Anthony's fire, iliac passion, haemorrhoids and palsy brought on by drink.
Jacob: Then, I'm not turn into a frog?
Whitehead: 'Tis the one complaint you do not suffer besides plague. All I can do is administer a poultice to your yard, to soothe.
Jacob: Thank you.
Whitehead: No. Sir, you merely suffer a disease in the private parts, occasioned by too much venereal sport.
Jacob: 'This all?
Whitehead: Well, I also deduce gout, bloody flux, apostem of the mouth, the pissing disease, St. Anthony's fire, iliac passion, haemorrhoids and palsy brought on by drink.
Jacob: Then, I'm not turn into a frog?
Whitehead: 'Tis the one complaint you do not suffer besides plague. All I can do is administer a poultice to your yard, to soothe.
Jacob: Thank you.
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Jacob: Sooner I get back to fucking London, the fucking better. A new fucking coat. Fucking doors that fucking shut. And citizens that pay small fucking reckoning to astrology. I would rather die of the fucking plague in the fucking fleet than spend another fucking minute in the countryside.
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