Oh, please don't get up, Mr. Crawley.

Goodbye, Crawley. Maxim's got a great friend.

Mr. Crawley, please don't think me morbidly curious.

Nevertheless, I am not from Warburton and Crawley. Not?

My name's Crawley. I I manage the estate for Maxim.

My opinion of Favell is no higher than yours, Crawley.

Only somebody from Warburton and Crawley... could have solved that problem.

I imagine that's about the solution of it, don't you think so, Crawley?

Where's Mr. de Winter? I believe he went down to the farm with Mr. Crawley.

The bride will be grateful for your fraternal arm, Crawley... in a week or so.

Crawley didn't have much success with Rebecca, but he ought to have more luck this time.

And if my guess is right, Crawley, there's a bit of malice in your soul toward me, isn't there?