If last week’s theme was secrets, this week had a theme, too: brats.
Spoiled brats, to be more specific.
What’s gotten into everyone? Even the servants were acting like spoiled brats this week.
The only person not acting like a spoiled brat is the original spoiled brat herself: Rose. She was too busy trying to cheer up some Russian refugees.
I’ll be honest, I had a tough time coming up with five lines that actually stood out to me or made me laugh this week because throughout the episode I just kept shaking my head or yelling, “No! Don’t do it!” But I persevered and have come up with my Top Five Lines from the episode, or, to put it another way, Top Five Examples of Bratage in the Big House.
1. Let’s start with the most obvious, shall we?
Oh Mary, Mary, Mary.
You seem to think that 1924 is actually 2014 what with your “modernized” value system and all. You act like it’s NBD that you went to Liverpool with a man who isn’t your husband, checked into adjoining rooms with him, slept with him for a week, and now are thinking of dumping him because you’re just not that into him.
And then you dare to patronize your grandmother when she tries to call you on it.
“Darling Granny, you know how much I value your advice.”
To which Granny responds as any knowing parent would: “Which means you intend to ignore it.”
Granny was right, you know, Mary. It is scandalous in 1924. And for some of us, your behavior is even scandalous in 2014.
2. Spratt the Brat.
Did you just love the scene with Spratt and The Dowager just after he came back from catching Mary in the act in Liverpool?
Spratt’s all: *shuffle, shuffle* I-didn’t-want-to-tell-you-anything-M’-Lady.
And Violet’s all: Well-then-get-on-with-you-I’d-like-some-tea-already.
And Spratt’s all: *shuffle, shuffle* I-didn’t-see-anything.
And Violet’s all: My-patience-is-wearing-thin-Spratt-what-is-on-your-mind?
And finally Spratt says: “I. Hope. Lady Mary. Enjoyed. Her. Time. In. Liverpool.”
(Brat to the nth degree.)
But Violet recovers ever so quickly so as to avoid the townsfolk talking even more about her family than they already do.
You didn’t think anything vulgar was going on did you, Spratt? Nothing beneath the dignity of this house, certainly?
Whew! That sure shut him up.
3. Mrs. Patmore even gets into the bratty brigade this week. She stomps and stews over getting her precious Army-deserting nephew’s name onto a memorial. Any memorial. Somewhere. Anywhere.
And so she convinces Mrs. Hughes to talk to Carson about getting Artie’s name put on the local memorial, even though her nephew never set foot in their town.
When Mr. Carson refuses (as he should), Mrs. Patmore will take no sympathy from anyone because, as she says,
“Sympathy butters no parsnips.”
4. Mrs. Hughes took a swipe at being a brat this week as well. Even she gets mad at Mr. Carson for not being taken in by her big brown eyes and her jingling keychain, when he refuses her BFF’s request. And poor Daisy, eager learner that she is, gets caught in the crossfire.
“My advice, Daisy, is to go as far in life as God and luck allow.”
What can I say? Robert is pretty much always a brat—he’s never really grown up—but this week brings him to a new bratty low.
When he suddenly wakes up and realizes that his wife has run off to London to visit an art museum with another man, he decides to delight Cora with his presence and jumps on the next train to London.
But his little plan backfires when Simon Bricker invites Cora to an impromptu dinner and she blushingly accepts. When she arrives at Rosamund’s townhouse, Cora is greeted by the original brat himself who berates her for not being available at his beck and call for the “surprise” visit (which, if you ask me, was nothing more than a check to make sure she wasn’t cheating on him).
“I try to surprise my wife by coming to London . . .”
“I got a table at Claridges so we could make a night of it.”
“Don’t worry I cancelled everything when we got Mr. Bricker’s telegram.”
“Rosamund gave me your dinner and went to bed.” (Translation: I’m eating the dog’s food.)
Cora apologizes: I’m dreadfully sorry.
Robert: So you said.
Cora finally wakes up enough to say, “Wait. I don’t know that I’ve done anything wrong here.”
“No? I travel to London in order to give my wife a treat only to find out she’s out dining with another man.”
("Oh, and by the way, what would an ART EXPERT want with you? You can barely tie your shoes by yourself, so I highly doubt that you know anything about art. Ugh. You disgust me.")
Now, I get it if you think Cora was being amazingly naïve in this situation. I’d even go so far as to agree with you. But right now we’re talking about the Brat Factor, and Robert’s got it in spades.
He always has.
So tell me, did you have any favorite moments from this episode? Leave me a comment!
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