Matthew: I'm sorry about the vase.
Violet: Oh don't be, don't be. It was a wedding present from a frightful aunt. I have hated it for half a century.
Matthew: I deserve to be unhappy. So does Mary.
Mrs. Crawley: Nobody your age deserves that. And if you are, and you can do something about it then don't, then the war has taught you nothing.
Matthew: That is your opinion.
Mrs. Crawley: Yes, it is.
Matthew: I thought you didn't like her for throwing me over.
Mrs. Crawley: That was a different conversation.
Dowager Countess: What on earth's the matter?
Sir Richard Carlisle: I'm leaving in the morning, Lady Grantham. I doubt we'll meet again.
Dowager Countess: ...... Do you promise?
Matthew: You've lived your life and I've lived mine. And now it's time we lived them together.
Mary: We've been on the edge of this so many times, Matthew. Please don't take me there again unless you're sure.
Matthew: I am sure.
Mary: And your vows to the memory of Lavinia?
Matthew: I was wrong. I don't think she wants us
to be sad. She was someone who never caused a moment's sorrow in her whole life.
Mary: I agree.
Matthew: Then will you?
Mary: You must say it properly. I won't answer unless you kneel down and everything!
Matthew: Lady Mary Crawley, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?