Honestly, I think he and Marguerite deserve each other.
Ever After (1998) · 48 quotes
Most-quoted character in Ever After (1998): in 20 of its 48 quotes
Most scenes with: Crown Prince Henry II (9), Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent (3), Marguerite (2)
If you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners corrupted from infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded, sire, but that you first make thieves and then punish them?
More lines from Danielle de Barbarac
6 quotesI would rather die a thousand deaths than to see my mother's dress on that spoiled, selfish cow!
My father was an expert swordsman, monsieur. He taught me well. Now hand me that key or I swear on his grave I will slit you from navel to nose.
No, the part where you said my name!
Why do you have to be so wonderful?
Breathe. Just breathe.
Scenes with Danielle de Barbarac
13 scenesGustave, I told you, not today!
You look like a girl!
That is what I am, half-wit!
Yeah, but today you look it!
Boy or girl, I can still whip you!
Forgive me, Your Highness, I did not see you.
Your aim would suggest otherwise.
And for that, I know I must die.
Then speak of this to no one, and I shall be lenient.
We have other horses, Your Highness. Younger, if that is your wish.
I wish for nothing more than to be free of my guilded cage.
I-I do not believe so, Your Highness.
I could have sworn I knew every courtier in the provience.
Well... I am visiting a cousin.
Who?
My cousin.
Yes, you said that. Which one?
Th-the only one I have, sire.
Are you coy on purpose or do you honestly refuse to tell me your name?
No. [quickly heads towards the gate] And yes.
Well, then, pray tell me your cousin's name so that I might call upon her to learn who you are. For anyone can quote Thomas More is well worth the effort.
The Prince has read Utopia?
I found it sentimental and dull. Honestly, the plight of the everyday rustic bores me.
I... take it you do not converse with many peasants.
He, certainly not, no. Naturally.
Forgive me, Your Highness, but there is nothing "natural" about it. A country's character is defined by its "everyday rustics", as you call them. They are the legs you stand on and that position demands respect, not...
Am I to understand that you find me... arrogant?
Well, you gave one man back his life, but did you ever glance at the others?
Please, I beg you, a name. Any name.
I... I fear the only name to leave you with... is Countess Nicole de Lancret.
There now... that wasn't so hard.
Where are your attendants?
I... decided to give them the day off.
Don't you ever tire of having people wait on you all the time?
Well, yes, but... they're servants, it's what they do.
Well, I wish I could dismiss mine as easily as you do yours. [she rises] I must be going.
No.
Admit it!
Well, yes, if you want to know.
Why?
Because you are trying to bait me with your snobbery.
I fear, mademoiselle, that you are a walking contradiction, and I find that rather fascinating.
Me?
Yes, you. You spout the ideals of a Utopian society and yet you live the life of a courtier!
And you own all the land there is and yet you take no pride in working it! Is that not also a contradiction?
Hmm, first I am arrogant, and now I have no pride; however do I manage that?
You have everything, and still the world holds no joy; and yet you insist on making fun of those who would see it for its possibilities.
It makes me want to cry.
Pick one.
I could no sooner choose a favorite star in the heavens.
What is it that touches you so?
I suppose it is because when I was young, my father would stay up late and read to me. He was addicted to the written word and I would fall asleep listening to the sound of his voice.
What sort of books?
Science, philosophy... I suppose they remind me of him. He died when I was eight. Utopia was the last book he brought home.
Which explains why you quote it.
I would rather hear his voice again than any sound in the world.
Is something wrong?
In all my years of study, not one tutor ever demonstrated the passion you have shown me in the last two days. You have more conviction in one memory than I have... in my entire being.
Your Highness, if there is anything I have said or done...
Please... don't. It's not you.
Are you ill?
No! Yes...
Where were you?
I got lost.
I don't believe you. You're hiding something from me, I can feel it. I demand to know what it is.
Why don't you tell me so I can go back to sleep?
What about our breakfast?
You have two hands, make it yourself.
Why you lazy little leech!
Jacqueline, go and boil some water.
Me? Boil water?... Oh, I knew it! I just knew it!
Of all the insidious jokes, turning your mother into a Countess. Why it's almost as absurd as a prince who spends his days with a peasant who sleeps with pigs.
What bothers you more, stepmother? That I am common? Or that I am competition?
Where is the dress, Danielle?!
I don't know what you're talking about.
The gown, the slippers, they were in my room this morning, and now they're gone. You hid them I know it!
Where did you put the gown, Danielle?
Where are the candlesticks, and the tapestries, and the silver?! Perhaps the dress is with them!
You will produce that gown!
I would rather die a thousand deaths than to see my mother's dress on that spoiled, selfish cow!
Hello. [pause] What are you doing here?
Rescue me? A commoner? [starts to walk away]
Actually, I came to beg your forgiveness. I offered you the world and at the first test of honor, I betrayed your trust. Please, Danielle...
Say it again.
I'm sorry.
No. [smiles] The part where you said my name.
Baroness de Ghent, you are forthwith stripped of your title, and you and your horrible daughter are to be shipped to the Americas on the first available boat... Unless by some miracle, someone here will speak for you.
There seem to be quite a few people out of town...
I will speak for her.
She is, after all, my stepmother.
Marguerite, I don't believe you've met... my wife.
I want you to know that I will forget you after this moment, and never think of you again. But you, I am quite certain, will think about me every single day for the rest of your life.
And how long will that be?
All I ask, Your Majesties... is that you show her the same courtesy that she has bestowed upon me.
You, sir, are supposed to be charming.
And we, princess, are supposed to live happily ever after.
Says who?
You know, I don't know.
My great-great grandmother's portrait hung in the University up until the Revolution. By then, the truth about their romance had been reduced to a simple fairy tale. And, while Cinderella and her prince did live happily ever after, the point, gentlemen, is that they lived.
I demand you return my things at once. And since you have deprived me of my escort, I demand a horse as well.
My lady, you can have anything you can carry.
May I have your word on that?
On my honor as a Gypsy, anything you can carry.
Come back! I'll give you a horse!
I have no desire to be king.
Oh but think of all the wonderful things you could do, for your country, for the world.
But to be so defined by your position. To only be seen as what you are, you have no idea how insufferable that is!
You might be surprised!
Really?
A Gypsy, for example, is rarely painted as anything else. They are defined by their status as you are, yet it is not who they are. [Pause] You have been born to privilege, and with that come specific obligations. [Henry smiles from fascination at her words] [smiles at him] I am sorry. My mouth has run away with me again.
No, me lady. It is your mouth, that has me hypnotized.
[He slowly advances towards her and they share a kiss]
You saved my life you know, back there, in the woods.
A girl does what she can, sire.
Henry.
Henry.
A bird may love a fish, Signor, but where would they live?
Then I shall have to make you wings.







