Karen (Harry's wife)

The trouble with being the prime minister's sister is it does put your life into rather harsh perspective. What did my brother do today? He stood up and fought for his country. And what did I do? I made a papier-mâché lobster head.

— What is this we're listening to?
— Joni Mitchell.
— I can't believe you still listen to Joni Mitchell.
— I love her and true love lasts a lifetime.

— But, Christ, he might be injecting heroin into his eyeballs for all I know.
— At the age of 11?

— So what's this big news then?
— We've been given our parts in the nativity play... and I'm the lobster.
— The lobster? In the nativity play?
— Yeah. First lobster.
— There was more than one lobster present at the birth of Jesus?
— Duh.

Imagine your husband bought a gold necklace and, come Christmas, gave it to somebody else. Karen... Would you wait around to find out... Good night. Night, darling. Happy Christmas. Would you wait around to find out if it's just a necklace or if it's sex and a necklace or if, worst of all, it's a necklace and love? Would you stay? Knowing life would always be a little bit worse? Or would you cut and run?