ABIGAIL: Some of my... colleagues are immune to my charms.
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SARAH: You must be safe.
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For there is no point winning a war abroad if we are to start one at home. - CROWD: Hear, hear! - CROWD: Hurrah! HARLEY: I apologize for the interruption, Your Majesty.
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GODOLPHIN: A breach in a dear friendship. Surely this could be healed. Some wounds do not close. I have many such. One just walks around with them, and sometimes one can feel them filling with blood. A letter. An apology of some sort that facilitates your return.
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[MUSIC FADES] Sorry. I am unwell.
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Cannot stop her.
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- Did you sleep well? - Like a shot badger. Excellent.
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You sent for Abigail to try and make me jealous, I think.
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The floor is yours, of course.
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ANNE: Doctor.
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I hope you haven't found your time with the queen too tedious. Oh, not at all. And if it gives you rest, I'm happy.
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There are limits to what one can give.
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Perhaps she could write you, and we could attempt to repair at least one wound in our queen?
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Excuse me a moment, please.
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I'm sure it will come.
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[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING] "You... cunt." "My God, I miss you."
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Your Majesty, may I broach the matter of Lady Marlborough?
