Mrs Brown Page #4

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so many boxes to taunt me?

Dr Jenner writes that my nerves are

in an extremely fragile state,

and yet they continue to

hound me with box after box...

after box after box

after box.

[Sighing]

I wish to take the princesses

for a swim.

The turns I have been taking

in the grounds have proved

most beneficial to me,

and Brown thinks saltwater

will do me good.

Don't putter, children. Swim!

You could buy that lot

for garden ornaments...

and still get change

from ten guineas.

Lift your foot, woman!

[Brown] Walk on.

[Clicks Tongue]

[Man]

This nation is fortunate...

insomuch as it is not governed

by force...

but by a chain of traditions...

that have been cherished

from generation to generation.

Because in them...

in our traditions...

are embodied all the laws that have

enabled us to create...

the greatest empire

of modern time!

[Cheering]

And even though

we have amassed great capital,

and even though

we have established an industry...

with no parallel

in the world.

Yet all these

mighty creations...

are as nothing...

compared to

the invisible customs...

which shape our lives.

[Cheering]

To those honourable gentlemen of

the opposition that seek to destroy...

the essential elements

of this country...

I say,

let them remember...

England cannot begin again!

[Shouting]

Have you seen this?

Should we

take it seriously?

- The cartoon,

or Her Majesty's absenteeism?

- Well, both.

The question is:

Do we need her?

- Congratulations.

- Too kind. Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Surely you're not suggesting

we dispense with the Constitution?

My dear Stanley, a prime minister

with only a handful of friends...

must respect

public opinion.

- Congratulations, Prime Minister.

- Thank you.

Gossip counts.

Lord Aberdeen was right.

This country is not governed

by wisdom but by talk.

Oh, granted,

it wouldn't take too much...

to winkle the old girl

out of mourning,

but if public opinion

is against her,

it doesn't do

to appear too close.

- So?

- We'll see which way the wind blows.

[Whooping]

[Shouting]

My heart's

in the Highlands!

My heart is not here!

My heart's in the Highlands,

chasing the deer!

One box of biscuits, one box

of drop tablets. one box of pralines,

It's the same order every week. Does one

of them even bother to check it?

The woman's goin'

to Balmoral tomorrow...

without the one wee luxury

she actually enjoys.

Look, someone'll

send it on ahead.

Oh, aye,

but will they?

It's not your problem,

what she eats, John.

The woman's surrounded

by fools.

She's supposed to be packed,

dressed and ready...

tomorrow mornin',

half past 7:
00.

If it's up to any of them, she'll

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