[As he is talking to King George VI, Lionel hears his wife returning home]

Myrtle!

It's all right.

[Lionel moves to the corner of the room, while Elizabeth calmly continues to sip her tea] [Motioning]

Bertie, over here.

Are you all right, Logue?

Yes.

[getting up and moving to Logue's corner]

Well, shouldn't we go through? What is it?
'[Myrtle Logue enters the living room, and looks into Lionel's study. Not seeing them, she turns round, and is confronted with the sight of Queen Elizabeth sitting at her table]

[lost for words]

You're... You're..!

It's "Your Majesty" the first time. After that, it's "ma'am." As in "ham." Not "mum" as in "palm."

I haven't told her about us. Sit down, relax.

[In the living room]

I'm told that your husband calls my husband "Bertie," and my husband calls your husband "Lionel." I trust you won't call me "Liz?"

[nervously curtsying]

Your majesty, you may call me "Mrs. Logue," ma'am.

[holding out her hand to shake]

Very nice to meet you, Mrs. Logue.

[In the office]

Logue, we can't stay here all day.

Yes we can. I have to choose the right moment.

Logue, you're being a coward.

You're damn right.

[Getting up and opening the door]

Get out there, man!

[leaving the office]

Hello, Myrtle, darling. You're early. I believe you two have met. But I don't think you know... King George VI.

It's very nice to meet you.

[nervously curtsying again]

Will their Majesties be staying to dinner?

[seeing her unease]

We would love to, such a treat, but alas... a previous engagement. What a pity.