Women in Love (1969)

Glenda Jackson: Gudrun Brangwen

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• Gerald Crich : And who is "Gudrun"?

  Gudrun Brangwen : In a Norse myth, Gudrun was a sinner who murdered her husband.

  Gerald Crich : And will you live up to that?

  Gudrun Brangwen : Which would you prefer me to live up to, Mr Crich? The sinner or the murderer?

• Gudrun Brangwen : [having an orgasm]  Oh, my God, Gerald! Shall I die?

• Gudrun Brangwen : Try to love me a little more and want me a little less.

• Loerke : What do you do?

  Gudrun Brangwen : I'm a sculptress.

  Loerke : And what do you sculpt?

  Gudrun Brangwen : Animals, birds.

  Loerke : Knick-knacks for the rich? Lavarato. Che lavoro. Che lavoro. Huh? You're not an artist. You've never worked as the world works.

  Gudrun Brangwen : Yes, l have and l do.

  Loerke : Have you known what it was to lie in bed for three days because you had nothing to eat... in a room with three other families and a toilet in the middle... a big pan with a plank on it... and your father making love - love - to a street whore in the corner?

• Gudrun Brangwen : How are your thighs?

  Palmer : My thighs?

  Gudrun Brangwen : How are they? Are they strong? Because I want to drown in flesh. Hot, physical, naked, flesh.

• Gudrun Brangwen : How frightfully kind of you!

• Gudrun Brangwen : I am not married. Truth is best.

• Gudrun Brangwen : You don't think one needs the experience of having been married?

  Ursula Brangwen : Gudrun, do you really think it need be an experience?

  Gudrun Brangwen : It's bound to be possibly undesirable, but still an experience of some sort.

  Ursula Brangwen : Not really. More likely to be the end of experience.

  Gudrun Brangwen : Yes, of course, there is that to consider.

• Gudrun Brangwen : Don't you find yourself getting bored with everything? Everything fails to materialise. Nothing materialises. Everything withers in the bud. Everything.

  Ursula Brangwen : Frightening. Do you hope to get anywhere by just marrying?

  Gudrun Brangwen : Well, it seems the inevitable next step. But you see... it's just impossible. The man makes it impossible.

• Gudrun Brangwen : Well, I was born here and I'll die here until I fly away.

• Gudrun Brangwen : The whole point of a lover... is to reach a complete understanding of sensual knowledge.

• Ursula Brangwen : [Driving up to a posh estate]  Oh, so this is Hermione's country cottage.

  Gudrun Brangwen : Well, there's one reason that Rupert's attracted to her.

  Ursula Brangwen : Oh, do you think so? I don't think that.

  Gudrun Brangwen : Lovers have sold their souls for far less, my dear.

• Gudrun Brangwen : How fearfully good. How frightfully nice of you.

• Gudrun Brangwen : Why have you come?

• Rupert Birkin : You struck the first blow.

  Gudrun Brangwen : And I shall strike the last!

• Gudrun Brangwen : Yes. I can come again.

• Gerald Crich : Why are you behaving in this - impossible, ridiculous fashion?

  Gudrun Brangwen : You - make me behave like this.

  Gerald Crich : Me? How?

  Gudrun Brangwen : Don't be angry with me.

  Gerald Crich : No, I'm not angry with you. I'm in love with you.

  Gudrun Brangwen : Yes. Well, that's one way of putting it.

• Gudrun Brangwen : What do I care?

  Gerald Crich : I care! You see, they're my cattle.

  Gudrun Brangwen : How are they yours? You haven't swallowed them. Give me one of them - now!

• Gudrun Brangwen : What did Rupert say? Do you know?

  Ursula Brangwen : He said it would be most awfully jolly. Well, don't you think it would be?

  Gudrun Brangwen : I think it might be awfully jolly, as you say.

• Gudrun Brangwen : Oh, you believe art should serve industry?

  Loerke : Art. Art should interpret industry... As art once interpreted religion.

• Gudrun Brangwen : You're so insistent. You have so little grace. So little finesse. You are crude. You break me - and waste me - and it is horrible to me.

• Gudrun Brangwen : Fancy her barging into your classroom like that. What a liberty!

  Ursula Brangwen : Oh, Hermione loves to dominate everyone. She'd like to dominate us, I think.

• Gudrun Brangwen : So, Gerald's in charge of the mines now.

  Ursula Brangwen : Making all kinds of latest improvements. They hate him for it. He takes them all by the scruff of the neck and fairly flings them along. He'll have to die soon when he's made all the possible improvements and there's nothing more to improve. He's got go, anyhow.

  Gudrun Brangwen : Oh, certainly, he's got go. The unfortunate thing is where does his go - go to?

• Gudrun Brangwen : Cleopatra must have been an artist. She reaped the essential from a man. She harvested the ultimate sensation and then - she threw away the husk.

• Loerke : One must - not repeat. One must - find only new ways.

  Gudrun Brangwen : The train is going into a tunnel.

• Gudrun Brangwen : Don't you think the understanding of a rat is more interesting than the understanding of a fool?

  Gerald Crich : A fool?

  Gudrun Brangwen : A fool! A conceited fool...

  Gerald Crich : Wouldn't I rather be a fool than explore those sewers with a rat?