Wicked Little Letters (2023)
Timothy Spall: Edward Swan
Quotes
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Edward Swan : [reading one many obscene letters] "Miss Swan, you bloody fucking old saggy sack of chicken piss. You want fucking in the nose, you old beetle!"
Edith Swan : Beetle!
Edward Swan : Edith, you honestly don't think I've been doing this?
Edith Swan : I don't know anymore. Father, it might not have been her. There are all kinds of people. She was my friend.
Edward Swan : No! She wasn't your friend. She's a lying slut!
Bill : Hey, what did you just say?
Edward Swan : You know she is. Be a man, son!
Bill : Don't front up to me, old boy, I used to box in bars for cash!
Rose Gooding : Don't tell that to people, Bill.
Bill : And you stink out the wash house too!
Rose Gooding : Bill!
Bill : I think you're ill, mate!
Edward Swan : Right!
[proceeds to attack the Bill but he dodges the blow]
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Edward Swan : It's my birthday party.
Rose Gooding : It's your birthday party. Who cares? What are you, eight years old?
Edward Swan : You won't speak to me like some Nancy-boy.
Ray : I was saying, what would your fucking husband think?
Rose Gooding : My husband isn't alive, Ray. So he's not thinking a big deal. He's probably thinking, it's a shame we're missing these shitty little pastries.
Ray : [laughs] Looks like he got away lightly!
[Rose head-butts Ray in the face]
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Constable Papperwick : "Dear Edith, you foxy-ass old whore." Holy heavens.
Edward Swan : No. Carry on.
Edith Swan : Don't worry about me constable, I'll rise above it.
Constable Papperwick : "You really are a tricksy old fucker. You belong in hell, probably. And you're a sad stinky bitch as well."
Edith Swan : In the end I think it's just jealousy, really.
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Edward Swan : Edith Swan takes it up the Swanee and she loves it more than Christmas day.
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Rose Gooding : Well, go on, tell us what you said.
Edward Swan : Leave it. It's my birthday party.
Rose Gooding : It's your birthday party. Who cares? What are you, eight years old?
Edward Swan : You won't speak to me like I'm a nancy boy.
Ray : I was saying, what would yer fuckin' husband think?
Rose Gooding : My husband's not alive, so he's not thinkin' a great deal.
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Edward Swan : I HATE HER!