The Crown

She is the job. She is the essence of your duty. Loving her. Protecting her. Of course, you’ll miss your career. But doing this for her, doing this for me... here may be no greater act of patriotism. Or love.

— Well, no, that’s the point, Mummy. I know almost nothing.
— You know when to keep your mouth shut. That’s more important than anything.

— Oh, it’s really one of the great paradoxes of being in a position where I have to talk to a great many people, but deep down, I’m happiest with animals.
— That makes two of us.

Forgiveness is very important to me.

We’re all dying. That’s what defines the condition of living.

— Well, no, that’s the point, Mummy. I know almost nothing.
— You know when to keep your mouth shut. That’s more important than anything.

The people look to a monarchy for something bigger than themselves. An inspiration. A higher ideal. If you put it in their homes, allow them to watch it with their dinner on their laps.

And the job of drawing that line falls to Cabinet, ma’am. Not to you. Something your dear late papa would certainly have taught you had he been granted more time to complete your education.

But you have no mind of your own. That’s why everyone’s so thrilled with you. The last royal to have a mind of his own was me and that’s why they threw me out.

People like you don’t get to insult people like me. You get to be eternally grateful.

Don’t talk to me about being a second fiddle. I get so little limelight.

There have always been the dazzling Windsors and the dull ones.

I’m going to ask you a favor. Pay us the respect. And give us just the slightest impression that you care about any of this before you turn around again, and never show up, like the last Prince of Wales, and the one before him.

— If I may say, you both are very much in love.
— Oh, yes, absolutely.
— Whatever love means.

How many times can this family make the same mistake? Forbidding marriages... that should be allowed. Forcing others that shouldn’t. Paying the consequences each time.