Wicked Little Letters (2023)

Timothy Spall: Edward Swan

Quotes 

• Edward Swan : [reading one many obscene letters]  "Miss Swan, you bloody fucking old saggy sack of chicken piss. You want fucking in the nose, you old beetle!"

  Edith Swan : Beetle!

  Edward Swan : Edith, you honestly don't think I've been doing this?

  Edith Swan : I don't know anymore. Father, it might not have been her. There are all kinds of people. She was my friend.

  Edward Swan : No! She wasn't your friend. She's a lying slut!

  Bill : Hey, what did you just say?

  Edward Swan : You know she is. Be a man, son!

  Bill : Don't front up to me, old boy, I used to box in bars for cash!

  Rose Gooding : Don't tell that to people, Bill.

  Bill : And you stink out the wash house too!

  Rose Gooding : Bill!

  Bill : I think you're ill, mate!

  Edward Swan : Right!

  [proceeds to attack the Bill but he dodges the blow] 

• Edward Swan : It's my birthday party.

  Rose Gooding : It's your birthday party. Who cares? What are you, eight years old?

  Edward Swan : You won't speak to me like some Nancy-boy.

  Ray : I was saying, what would your fucking husband think?

  Rose Gooding : My husband isn't alive, Ray. So he's not thinking a big deal. He's probably thinking, it's a shame we're missing these shitty little pastries.

  Ray : [laughs]  Looks like he got away lightly!

  [Rose head-butts Ray in the face] 

• Constable Papperwick : "Dear Edith, you foxy-ass old whore." Holy heavens.

  Edward Swan : No. Carry on.

  Edith Swan : Don't worry about me constable, I'll rise above it.

  Constable Papperwick : "You really are a tricksy old fucker. You belong in hell, probably. And you're a sad stinky bitch as well."

  Edith Swan : In the end I think it's just jealousy, really.

• Edward Swan : Edith Swan takes it up the Swanee and she loves it more than Christmas day.

• Rose Gooding : Well, go on, tell us what you said.

  Edward Swan : Leave it. It's my birthday party.

  Rose Gooding : It's your birthday party. Who cares? What are you, eight years old?

  Edward Swan : You won't speak to me like I'm a nancy boy.

  Ray : I was saying, what would yer fuckin' husband think?

  Rose Gooding : My husband's not alive, so he's not thinkin' a great deal.

• Edward Swan : I HATE HER!