- What? - There's something soothing on my legs, it takes the burn out. What is it? Oh, herbs, of some sort.
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MARLBOROUGH: This is the town of Lille, in a valley in France.
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Tell Mrs. Meg she is to receive six of the birch. Go.
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The people expect it to be over.
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It's peleatis, the herb.
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SARAH: Stop.
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It does help.
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Let her go.
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[SCREAMS]
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We will sue for peace with France immediately.
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SARAH: She wants nothing from you, and yet somehow she is a lady, with 2,000 a year, and Harley sits on your knee most nights. I wish you could love me as she does. SARAH: You wish me to lie to you? Oh. "You look like a... a... an angel fell 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!
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I went quite mad for a moment.
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Do you understand?
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Just open the door.
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Therefore, I am announcing a new prime minister... will be Mr. Harley.
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Abigail has done this. She does not love you. ANNE: Because how could anyone? She wants nothing from me, unlike you.
