I am not a foreman in one of your mills that you can command. I am your fiancée. My...

Rose: I am not a foreman in one of your mills that you can command. I am your fiancée. Cal Hockley: My fian... my fiancée! Yes, you are, and my wife. My wife in practice if not yet by law, so you will honor me. You will honor me the way a wife is required to honor a husband. Because I will not be made a fool, Rose. Is this in any way unclear? Rose: No.

Fetch the Master at Arms. This is completely unacceptable! What made you think that you could put your hands on my fiancée?! Look at me, you filth! Cal. What do you think you were doing? Cal, stop. It was an accident. An accident? It was. Stupid , really. I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see the, uh... ...uh , uh , the uh.... -Propellers? -Propellers, and I slipped. And I would have gone overboard but Mr. Dawson here... ...saved me. And almost went over himself. You wanted to see the... She wanted to see the propellers. Like I said , women and machinery do not mix. Was that the way of it? Yeah. Yeah , that was pretty much it. Well, the boy's a hero then. Good for you , son. Well done. So, it's all's well and back to our brandy, eh?