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A pair of literary sleuths unearth the amorous secret of two Victorian poets only to find themselves falling under a passionate spell.
Christabel LaMotte: I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.
Anna: I can't exist by myself because I'm afraid of myself, because I'm the maker of my own evil.
Randolph Ash: You cut me, Madam. Christabel LaMotte: I'm sorry. I only meant to scratch.
[first lines] Randolph Ash: They say that women change. 'Tis so, but you are ever-constant in your changefulness. Like that still thread of falling river, one from source to last embrace, in the still pool ever-renewed and ever-moving on, from first to last, a myriad water-drops.
Heinrich: There is nothing to fear except God, whatever that means to you. Mark: For me, God is a disease. Heinrich: That's why through a disease we can reach God.
Helen: There is nothing in common among women except menstruation.
Maude: [the morning after they hooked up which Roland put a stop to] Okay, let's not beat the thing dead. It happened. We're both grown-ups... Roland Michell: Speak for yourself. Maude: I'd hate to see how you're like after you actually sleep with someone.
Anna: Because you say "I" for me.
Roland Michell: So what are we gonna do now? We gonna try to beat'em to France, or - or are we just gonna stare at each other? Maude: That is the question, isn't it? Roland Michell: Mm-hmmm Maude: I have another one for you. Roland Michell: What's that? Maude: What are you really doing here? Roland Michell: Well, I uh - I needed to see your face. I just wanted to let you know that whatever happened at Whitby, which unfortunately was not much, is not because anything that you did. Not at all. I just didn't want to jump into something. I mean, I did and I do... want to. Badly. I just didn't want to mess this up. And I just want to see - [clears throat] Roland Michell: I want to see if there's an us in you and me. Would-Would you like that? [Maude leans over and kisses Roland] Roland Michell: I'll take that as a yes.
Mark: You look ugly. You've hardened. For the first time, you look vulgar to me.
[to Roland the morning after their first night together, and first kiss] Maude: I can't imagine what you're like after you actually sleep with someone!
Fergus: Mitchell's late again? Blackadder: ROLAND, asked for another day off, Fergus. Fergus: Oh, really? Where's he gone? Blackadder: I didn't ask, and he didn't say. He's an American for God's sake. He's probably off trafficking drugs.
Roland Michell: There's no such thing as poets anymore.
Maude: [they are standing on rocks in a river looking at a waterfall that Maude recalls in one of Christabell's poems that describes a cave behind the waterfall. Upon sharing that with Roland, he immediately starts taking his clothes off] I know this is an awfully repressed sort of English thing to say, but what the hell are you doing? Roland Michell: How else are we going to find out if there's a cave? [Dives into the water] Maude: [smiling, and speaking to no one] We could ask someone.
Roland Michell: What do you charge an hour? Roughly. Fergus: Oh uh, I don't know, 500. Roland Michell: Pounds? Fergus: Mm. Roland Michell: Jesus! No wonder you have a nice hallway. Fergus: Thank you. Roland Michell: Okay, I want to buy 7 minutes of attorney-client privilege, right now.
Roland Michell: Don't worry about me. I'm kind of a brush and flush kinda guy. [seeing Maude's repulsed expression] Roland Michell: Forget I said that. Maude: I'll try.
Christabel LaMotte: Your hands are shaking. Are you afraid? Randolph Ash: No... a little.
Anna: No one is good or bad, but if you want, I'm the bad one. And if I knew he existed in this world, I would have never had Bob with you!
Mark: Do you want me to break down the bloody door? Heinrich: You don't have to it's open.
Mark: If you want to stay, make that call.
Mark: Love isn't something you can just switch from channel to channel.
Anna: Goodness is only some kind of reflection upon evil. That's all it is.
Helen: Will you promise me something? Mark: Yes. Helen: Whatever it is. Mark: I promise.
Panel member: Does our subject still wear pink socks?
Mark: [to Anna] You're my whole family.
Anna: [to Zimmermann, about the creature] He's very tired. He made love to me all night.
Anna: What I miscarried there was sister Faith, and what was left is sister Chance. So I had to take care of my faith to protect it.