Foyle's War (TV Series)
The Funk Hole (2003)
Honeysuckle Weeks: Samantha Stewart
Quotes
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[now that Sam and Andrew are seeing each other]
Samantha Stewart : Do you really have to go back?
Andrew Foyle : Yeah, soon. Arm's almost healed.
Samantha Stewart : Maybe I should break the other one?
Andrew Foyle : You keep your spanner away from me.
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Samantha Stewart : Mrs. Bradley's got me fixing her car. An old beast of a thing.
Andrew Foyle : Mrs. Bradley or the car?
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[Milner walks out of the "guesthouse" after interviewing the residents]
Samantha Stewart : Friendly lot, aren't they?
Sgt. Paul Milner : Just get me out of here, Sam.
Samantha Stewart : Gladly.
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Andrew Foyle : [Andrew and Samantha are walking along the beach at Hastings after they have seen "Gone With The Wind"] God, I love it here!
[stops walking and quotes]
Andrew Foyle : "How could I ever leave here, With the English sky so blue? Can I turn from the trees as they bend in the breeze, Or forsake the evening dew?"
Samantha Stewart : That's nice.
Andrew Foyle : I just made it up.
Samantha Stewart : A poet?
Andrew Foyle : [laughs] Killing time in the dispersal hut.
Samantha Stewart : [they are somber for a moment] You're going back, aren't you?
Andrew Foyle : Seems they can't manage without me.
Samantha Stewart : You can't fly.
Andrew Foyle : The arm's healing.
Samantha Stewart : Maybe I should break the other one.
Andrew Foyle : Just keep your spanner away from me, huh?
[laughs]
Samantha Stewart : [sighs] I'm going to worry about you now, the whole time.
Andrew Foyle : You said I was going to come through all right, you were sure of it.
Samantha Stewart : [sighs again] That was before.
Andrew Foyle : I didn't think you liked me.
Samantha Stewart : I can see it now. I'll be the one sitting at home, listening to the wireless, writing you letters every day. I'll probably go grey!
Andrew Foyle : Sam, I'm not going to be very far away.
Samantha Stewart : I hate this stupid war. I wish Hitler would just
[pauses as she searches for the right word]
Samantha Stewart : drown.
Andrew Foyle : There is something I wanted to say.
Samantha Stewart : About your father?
Andrew Foyle : Well, you know how he is. Likes to keep everything in separate boxes.
Samantha Stewart : Hmh... I'm sure he'd pack me off to Lyminster the moment he found out.
[looks at Andrew]
Samantha Stewart : You will take care of yourself, Andrew? Promise me?
Andrew Foyle : [they kiss briefly and Andrew smiles] I promise.