You give a very noble account of yourself.
Make inquiries. It's all true.
Inquiries have been made. You have no idea who I have... breathing down my neck. I vouched for you. And you have no... credentials.
But lots of success! I can't show you a certificate. There was no training then. Everything I know, I know from experience, and that war was some experience. My plaque says, "L. Logue, Speech Defects", not "Doctor". There are no letters after my name. [goes to his knees] Lock me in the Tower.
Fraud. With war looming you've saddled this nation with a voiceless... king! [turns away] You've destroyed the happiness of my family, all for the sake of ensnaring a star patient you couldn't... possibly hope to assist! It'll be like Mad King George III. Only... Mad King George The Stammerer. Who let his people down so badly in their hour of need- [Logue is sitting on the coronation throne] What are you doing? Get up! Y-you can't sit there! GET UP!
T-that... that is not "a chair", that is Saint Edward's chair!
People have carved their names on it.
KG King George
Y-y-you... That is the seat on which every king and queen-
It's held in place by a large rock.
KG King George
Th-that is the S-stone of Scone! You are t-trivializing everything...! You trivialize-
[talking over him]
I don't care how many royal arseholes have sat in this chair.
L-listen to me... listen to me!
Listen to you? By what right?
By divine right, if you must. I am your King!
No, you're not. You just told me you didn't want it. Why should I waste my time listening to you?
Because I have a right to be heard! [Logue starts to interrupt] I HAVE A VOICE!
[pause]
Yes, you do. [stands] You have such perseverance, Bertie. You're the bravest man I know. You'll make a bloody good king.
AO Archbishop of Canterbury
[As King George VI finishes his first speech as King in response to the declaration of war on Nazi Germany, having delivered it unexpectedly well]
Your Majesty, I am... speechless!
[Logue is sitting on the coronation throne]
Get up! Y-you can't sit there! GET UP!
T-that... that is not "a chair", that is Saint Edward's chair.
People have carved their names on it.
KG King George
Y-y-you...
It's held in place by a large rock.
KG King George
Th-that is the S-stone of Scone you are t-trivializing...
I don't care how many royal arseholes have sat in this chair.
L-listen to me... listen to me!
Listen to you? By what right?
By divine right, if you must. I am your king!
No, you're not. You just told me you didn't want it. Why should I waste my time listening to you?
Because I have a right to be heard! I have a voice!
[pause]
Yes, you do. [stands] You have such perseverance, Bertie. You're the bravest man I know. You'll make a bloody good king.
All that work down the drain. My own brother, I couldn't say a single word to him in reply.
Why do you stammer so much more with David than you ever do with me?
'Cos you're b... bloody well paid to listen.
Bertie, I'm not a geisha girl.
St... stop trying to be so bloody clever.
What is it about David that stops you speaking?
What is it about you that bloody well makes you want to go on about it the whole bloody time?
Vulgar, but fluent; you don't stammer when you swear.
Is that the best you can do?
Well... bloody bugger to you, you beastly bastard.
Oh, a public school prig could do better than that.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Defecation flows trippingly from the tongue!
[exasperated]
Oh, Bertie!
****. ****! ****, ****, **** and ****! ****, **** and bugger! Bugger, bugger, buggerty buggerty buggerty, ****, ****, arse!
You see, not a hesitation!
...****ity, shit, shit, **** and willy. Willy, shit and **** and... tits.
LS Logue's son
Dad, what's going on?
David, I've been trying to see you
King Edward VIII I've been terribly busy.
King Edward VIII Kinging.
Really? Kinging... is a precarious business these days. Where's the Russian Tsar, Where's... cousin Wilhelm?
King Edward VIII Ugh, you're being dreary.
Is Kinging laying off... 80... staff and buying more pearls for Wallis while people are marching across Europe singing The Red Flag?
King Edward VIII Stop your worrying, Herr Hitler will sort them out.
And who will sort out Herr Hitler?
King Edward VIII Where's the bloody '23?
AND YOU PUT THAT WOMAN IN OUR MOTHER'S SUITE!
King Edward VIII Mama's not still in the bed, is she?
King Edward VIII Here it is, Wallis likes the very best.
I don't care what... woman you carry on with at night as long as you... show up for duty in the morning.
King Edward VIII Wallis is not just some woman I'm carrying on with, we intend to marry.
King Edward VIII She's filing a petition for divorce.
Good God... can't you just give her a nice house and a title?
King Edward VIII I'm not having her as my mistress.
The Church doesn't recognize divorce and you are the... head of the Church
King Edward VIII Haven't I any rights?
King Edward VIII Not the same thing. Your beloved common man may marry for love, why not me?
If you were... a common man on what basis could you... possibly claim to be king?
King Edward VIII Sounds like you've studied our wretched constitution.
King Edward VIII That's what this is about, brushing up. Hence the elocution lessons, thats the scoop around town.
King Edward VIII Yearning for a larger audience, are we B-B-B-B-Bertie?
King Edward VIII What's that? I'm sorry, I... younger brother trying to push older brother off the throne, p-p-p-p-positively medieval.
In this... grave hour **** **** **** perhaps the most fateful in our history bugger shit shit [ to the tune of "Swanee River" ] I send to every household of my... you see "P" is always difficult, even when I'm singing.
Bounce onto it. "apeoples".
ape... apeoples, Household of my apeoples both at home and overseas,
this message [ to the tune of "Camptown Races"] doo dah, Spoken with the same depth of feeling doo dah day for each one of you, as if i were able to shit **** Bugger cross your threshold and speak to you...
In your head now, I have a right to be bloody well heard.
bloody well heard, bloody well heard, bloody well heard, Bloody Well Heard, BLOODY WELL HEARD MYSELF!
Now waltz, move, get continuous motion.
[ to the tune of Tchaikovsky's "Sleeping Beauty Waltz"]
For the second time in the lives of most of us we are at...
: Lionel, I can't do this.
Bertie, you can do it. Have a look at the last paragraph.
