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The wife of a British Judge is caught in a self-destructive love affair with a Royal Air Force pilot.
Freddie Page: There is nothing wrong with my mind. FUBAR. Hester Collyer: What do you mean by that? Freddie Page: You're the clever one, you work it out. Hester Collyer: What the hell did you mean by that? Freddie Page: FUBAR, acronym, fucked up beyond all recognition.
Freddie Page: Let me give you a case: Jack loves Jill, Jill loves Jack. But Jack doesn't love Jill in the same way. Jack never asked to be loved. Hester Collyer: And what about Jill? Freddie Page: That's Jill's hard luck! I can't be bloody Romeo all the time!
Collyer's Mother: Beware of passion, Hester. It always leads to something ugly. Hester Collyer: What would you replace it with? Collyer's Mother: A guarded enthusiasm. It's safer.
Mrs. Elton: A lot of rubbish is talked about love. You know what real love is? It's wiping someone's arse or changing the sheets when they've wet themselves. And letting them keep their dignity so you can both go on.
Hester Collyer: Lust isn't the whole of life, but Freddie is, you see, for me. The whole of life. And death. So, put a label on that, if you can.
Freddie Page: Today, the letter, the suicide attempt? We're lethal to each other. You can't expect a bloke to go on after he's driven someone to suicide. Much as he loves her. Hester Collyer: Do you think that leaving me will drive me away from it? Freddie Page: That's a risk we'll both have to take. Hester Collyer: You're scaring me, Freddie. Freddie Page: It's on the level. I don't enjoy hurting you, I'm not a sadist. But it's on the level.
Hester Collyer: Ah, the garden really is glorious! Even at this time of year. Collyer's Mother: Yes. It's my one, unalloyed pleasure. So much safer than people, don't you think?