Matthew: That was fun. There will be a few thick heads in the morning.
Mary: No doubt they think it’s worth it.
Matthew: You’re really going to America. Would Carlisle make your life a nightmare if you stayed?
Mary: I couldn’t tell you. Maybe. Even if he does let me go, my story is still out there. And always will be.
Matthew: Would you stay? If I asked you to.
Mary: Oh Matthew, you don’t mean that. You know yourself we carry more luggage than the porters at King’s Cross! And what about the late Mr Pamuk? Won’t he… resurrect himself every time we argued?
Mary: You mean you’ve forgiven me?
Matthew: No, I haven’t forgiven you.
Mary: Well, then.
Matthew: I haven’t forgiven you because…I don’t believe you need my forgiveness. You’ve lived your life and I’ve lived mine. And now it’s time we live 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?