Abigail: What sort of question is this? Do you think I'm stupid? Are you trying to stalk me or something?

Abigail: Carson, I feel faint. Fetch me some tea?

Carson: Of course, my lady.

Lord Grantham: My dear girl, what's the matter?

Lady Grantham: Oh, I do hope you're alright.

Thomas Barrow (off-screen): Perhaps I could be of assistance?

Abigail: Not now, Thomas!

A/N: Honestly, if you get it, PM me. I'm trash for Downton Abbey.