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.
Randolph Ash: You cut me, Madam.
Christabel LaMotte: I'm sorry. I only meant to scratch.
Anna: I can't exist by myself because I'm afraid of myself, because I'm the maker of my own evil.
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.
[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.
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.
Helen: There is nothing in common among women except menstruation.
Anna: Because you say "I" for me.
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: There's no such thing as poets anymore.
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: 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.
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.
Christabel LaMotte: Your hands are shaking. Are you afraid?
Randolph Ash: No... a little.
Mark: If you want to stay, make that call.
Mark: Love isn't something you can just switch from channel to channel.
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: [to Anna] You're my whole family.
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.
Bob: Don't open! Don't open! Don't open! Don't open! Please don't open! Don't open it! Don't open! Don't open it! Don't open!
Panel member: Does our subject still wear pink socks?
Anna: Do you believe in God?
Mark: God.
Anna: It's in me.
Helen: Will you promise me something?
Mark: Yes.
Helen: Whatever it is.
Mark: I promise.
Anna: [to Zimmermann, about the creature] He's very tired. He made love to me all night.
Anna: Goodness is only some kind of reflection upon evil. That's all it is.

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