I'm sorry, Hamish. I can't marry you. You're not the right man for me. And there's that...

Alice Kingsley: I'm sorry, Hamish. I can't marry you. You're not the right man for me. And there's that trouble with your digestion. [Alice walks over to her sister] Alice Kingsley: I love you, Margaret, but this is my life. I'll decide what to do with it. [Alice turns to Lowell, meeting his sour look with a stern glare] Alice Kingsley: You're lucky to have my sister for your wife, Lowell, and be good to her. I'll be watching very closely. [Alice goes up to Aunt Imogene and takes her hands] Alice Kingsley: There is no prince, Aunt Imogene. You need to talk to someone about these delusions. [Alice walks past Lady Ascot, looking sternly at her] Alice Kingsley: I happen to love rabbits, especially white ones. [Alice goes up to her mother] Alice Kingsley: Don't worry, Mother. I'll find something useful to do with my life. [Alice turns to the Chattaway sisters] Alice Kingsley: You two remind me of some funny boys I met in a dream. Lord Ascot: You've left me out. Alice Kingsley: No, I haven't, sir. You and I have business to discuss. Lord Ascot: Shall we speak in the study? [Alice smiles and starts to head to the house, when suddenly she turns back to the crowd] Alice Kingsley: Oh. And one more thing. [Alice lifts the hem of her dress to her knees and does the Futterwacken]