What is going on? Do her in the barn, if that's what it is, not in my kitchen. Her Ladyship says six of the birch for this one. [ABIGAIL WHIMPERS]
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ANNE: Which country is that again? SARAH: Listen. Marlborough.
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MARLBOROUGH: We gather our forces here. The Austrians mass here.
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Well, we all want it to be over, but wishing does not make it so.
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We could sue for peace, but we will not get it.
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ABIGAIL: Please, please.
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Anne, you must focus.
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Cousin, the beef.
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[BIRDS CHIRPING] And I saw these pink shoes running towards me.
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I can't. Ow! SARAH: Gently.
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SARAH: How we first met. Tell me that.
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Everyone else, leave please.
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Cousin, start wrapping.
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SARAH: Mrs. Meg, brandy.
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And then I heard a crack.
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[ANNE SNIFFLING]
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Our last farthing to protect England if we must. HARLEY: And our last man, too? Look, the dead pile up, as do the resentments. - Or that does not concern you? - SARAH: I grieve them all. In my heart, a scar for each, and I send my own beloved with them, chest bared. So do not lecture me on the cost.
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HARLEY: Might I remind you you're not the queen? No, she has sent me to speak for her. She is unwell. PRIME MINISTER: What says she? That Harley is a fop and a prat and smells like a 96-year-old French whore's vajuju. Oh?
