I said I want four minute eggs. Not four one minute eggs, and where in GOD'S NAME is our bread?

Marguerite, precious, what do I always say to you about tone?

A lady of breeding ought never to raise her voice any louder than the... gentle hum of a whispering wind.

Jacqueline, dear, do not speak unless you can improve the silence.

I was not shrill,mother. I was resonant. A courtier knows the difference.

I very much doubt your style of resonance would be permitted in the Royal Court.

I'm not going to the Royal Court, am I, Mother? No one is, except some Spanish pig they have the nerve to call a princess.

Darling, nothing is final until you're dead, and even then, I'm sure God negotiates.