If your husband dies?
Did you not sacrifice your **** for a fatty German to save your father?
Yes.
There is always a price to pay. I am prepared to pay it.
If your husband dies?
Did you not sacrifice your **** for a fatty German to save your father?
Yes.
There is always a price to pay. I am prepared to pay it.
Obviously you still have some anger issues. I will allow it this once.
Congratulations on your wedding night.
[Abigail snorts dismissively]
My dear friend and cousin, how good to see you've returned from...
Hell. I'm sure you shall pass through it one day.
You should lie down.
You shall speak when asked to! I feel dizzy, I need to hold on to something.
[she grabs Abigail's hair]
You're so beautiful.
Stop it, you mock me.
I do not. If I were a man, I would ravish you!
Abigail has done this. She does not love you.
Because how could anyone? She wants nothing from me. Unlike you.
She wants nothing from you. And yet somehow she is a lady. With 2000 a year, and Harley sits on your knee most nights.
I wish you could love me as she does!
You wish me to lie to you? "Oh you look like an angel fallen from heaven, your majesty." No. Sometimes, you look like a badger. And you can rely on me to tell you.
Why?
Because I will not lie! That is love!
Anne, you are too sensitive.
And you are too mean and uncaring, some days.
Some days I'm quite lovely though. Let's think on them!
None for the queen.
What?
Well you cannot have hot chocolate. Your stomach, the sugar inflames it.
Abigail, hand me that cup!
Do not.
I'm sorry I do not know what to do.
Oh fine, give it to her. And you can get a bucket and mop for the aftermath.
They were all staring, weren't they? I can tell even if I can't see. And I heard the word fat! Fat and ugly!
Anne, no one but me would dare and I did not.
I wish to make a statement to the queen.
State it to me. I love a comedy. Is there cake?
Obviously you have chosen to keep the particulars of your dismissal from me. I shall leave a gap in the conversation for you to remedy that.
I do not know of women and their feelings, but I know they nurse their hurts like wailing newborns.
Godolphin, I have a surge of desire to see your nose broken. Your point?
If you do not go, I will start kicking you and I will not stop.
Your mascara is running. If you want to fix yourself we can discuss this later.
As it turns out, I'm capable of much unpleasantness.
Did you just look at me? Did you!? Look at me. Look at me! [the servant looks at her] HOW DARE YOU!? CLOSE YOUR EYES!