Nigel HawthorneQuotes

Francis Willis: Your Majesty, I shall be in the cathedral, should the ceremony prove to be too much of a burden for you.

George III: [the Royal Family ascend the steps] You may tell Dr. Willis that the ceremony will not be such a burden as the want of ceremony has been. And do not look at me, sir. Presume not that I am the thing I was. I'm not the patient, sir. Be off with you, sir. Back to your sheep and your pigs. The King is himself again. We must try to be more of a family. There are model farms now, model villages, even model factories. Well, we must be a model family, for the nation to look to.

Queen Charlotte: Yes, you must try to be more typical, Fred.

George IV: But, Pa, I want something to do.

George III: [sees the crowd waving; the Royal Family wave to the cheering crowd] Do? Well, follow in my footsteps. That's what you should do. Smile at the people, wave to them. Let them see that we're happy. That is why we're here.

George III: And what brings you to Windsor, sire?

George IV: I had heard Your Majesty was indisposed, but I see that...

George III: Indisposed.

George IV: Is there any way I can assist?

George III: Want to hump the old bird out of the nest, is that it?

George IV: No, sir. There may be responsibilities that I could share.

George III: Want to get your fat hands on government, is that it? Well, I'm old and infirm. I'll not trouble you long.

George IV: I wish you the best of health, Father.

George III: Wish me? Wish me? You wish me death, you plump little cuckoo!

George IV: Hush, Father, hush.

George III: [stands up from the chair; angrily takes off the powdered wig in front of the crowd and the orchestra; throws the powdered wig and chases George IV across the room] Hush? HUSH?! You dare to stop the King of England from speaking his mind?! You powdered puppy!

George IV: Papa! Papa, please! Papa, please! Papa! For God's sake, do something! Do something! No, Papa!

George III: [grabs George IV by the neck and pins him to the floor; the Royal servants restrain George III and pull him away] I'll choke the air out of you! Let me at him! I'll wring his neck!

Queen Charlotte: It was something he ate.

George III: You fools! Can't you see that you will all be put out?!

Queen Charlotte: We know your game, you monster!

George III: [signing a document] Married yet, Mr. Pitt, what what?

William Pitt: No, sir.

George III: [blows excess pounce off document] Got your eye on anybody then, hey?

William Pitt: No, sir.

George III: [holding out the document, which Pitt retrieves while handing the king another one; Pitt looks at the new document; indicates the paper] A man should marry - yes, yes. Best thing I ever did. And children, you see, children. Great comfort, of course. This fellow we're putting in as professor at Oxford - was his father Canon of Westminster?

William Pitt: I've no idea, sir.

George III: Yes! Yes. Phillips. That's the father, this is the son. And the daughter married the organist at Norwich Cathedral. Sharpe. Yes, and their son is the painter. And the other son is a master at Eton. And he married somebody's niece.

William Pitt: [George III laughs as he signs the document] Your Majesty's knowledge of even the lowliest of your appointments never ceases to astonish me.

Margaret Nicholson: I have a property due to me from the Crown of England!

George III: [hands the blank petition to the soldier] The poor creature's mad. No, no, no, no, no. Do not hurt her. She has not hurt me.

Margaret Nicholson: Give me my property, or the country will be drenched in blood!

George III: [gently exposes the fruit knife; turns to Captain Greville] Will it, indeed, madam? Well, not with this. It's a fruit knife. Wouldn't cut a cabbage. Ah. Who are you, sir?

Soldier: Oh, this is Captain Greville, sir, the new equerry.

George III: Well, you are undressed, sir. Do yourself up, sir. You're an equerry, not a scarecrow.

Margaret Nicholson: I have a property due to me from the Crown of England.

Queen Charlotte: You murderous fiend! Thank God I have you yet.

George III: Do not fuss, madam. The King has no wound, just a torn waistcoat.

George IV: One would consider that almost as vexing.

George III: What was that?

George III: I was rejoicing, sir, that you are unharmed.

Queen Charlotte: The son rejoices. The Prince of Wales rejoices. Huh!

Prince Frederick: Me, too, Pa. God save the King! And so on.

George III: The son is unwholesome.

Queen Charlotte: And fatter, always fatter.

George III: Fatter because he is not doing, what, what? Do you know England, sir?

George IV: I think so, sir.

George III: You know, Brighton, Bath, yes. But you know its mills and manufactories? Do you know its farms? Because I do. Do you know what they call me?

George IV: What do they call you, sir?

George III: Farmer George. Do you know what that is?

George IV: Impertinent, sir?

George III: No, sir, love!

Queen Charlotte: Affection.

George III: It is admiration, sir. You ought to marry, sir, settle down.

Queen Charlotte: Yes, grow up.

George III: Good plain woman. That's what you want.

Queen Charlotte: Yeah.

George III: Then the people will love you, sir, as they love me. It is not good, this idleness. That is why you're getting fat, sir. Do not be fat, sir. Fight it, fight it!

Miss Clavel: Madeline!

Madeline: Got ya.

Miss Clavel: [[w:house|house; [w:Paris|Paris; [w:vine|vine] In an old ] in ] that was covered in ]s... lived 12 little girls... in two straight lines.

Miss Clavel: Good night, little girls. Thank the Lord you are well. And now go to sleep.

Girls: Good night, good night, Miss Clavel.

Miss Clavel: Elizabeth, Veronica, Sylvette... Marie-Odile, Serena. Beatrice... Lucinda. Chantal, Lolo... Victorica, Aggie and Madeline. Amen. Something is not right.

Madeline: My hat! Where's my hat?

Miss Clavel: Girls, find Madeline hat!

Girl: [[w:hat|hat] I'm a ].

Madeline: Hello, Lord Cucuface!

Lord Covington: What did you call me?

Helene: Give me a Jack!

Miss Clavel: [unfazingly] Go fish.

Lady Covington: When I was 9, on the baseboard in the dortoir, I carved my name.

Madeline: You carved "Lady Covington"?

Lady Covington: [chuckles; Whispers] No. No, my name was Marie Gilbert. Marie Gilbert. See if it's still there.

Madeline: Marie Gilbert.

Lord Covington: Who gave you permission to be in here?

Madeline: Nobody, Lord, um, Covington.

Lord Covington: [to Madeline] This is a hospital. It's not a playroom. You're not allowed to just wander around.

Madeline: Yes, sir.

Miss Clavel: Something is not right. What? What is it?

Girls: We want our appendix out, too!

Miss Clavel: Good night, little girls. Thank the Lord you are well. Now, please, go to sleep!

Girls: Good night, good night, Miss Clavel.

Rodney Fraser: Have you noticed that you're the only practicing heterosexual at your Thanksgiving dinner?

Nina: I haven't practiced for a while.

Rodney Fraser: One shouldn't be too hard on oneself when the object of one's affection returns the favor with rather less enthusiasm than one might have hoped.

Rodney Fraser: Don't fix your life so that you're left alone right as you come to the middle of it.

Calderon: What's most bewildering to Her Majesty...is this arrogant independence of the American courts. After all, if you cannot rule the courts, you cannot rule.

Martin Van Buren: Señor Calderon, as any true American will tell you, it's the independence of our courts that keeps us free.

Kinnoch: With respect, Mr. Gandhi, without British administration, this country would be reduced to chaos.

Gandhi: Mr. Kinnoch, I beg you to accept that there is no people on Earth who would not prefer their own bad government to the good government of an alien power.

Brigadier: My dear sir! India is British. We're hardly "an alien power"!

Sardar Patel: Bapuji, the whole country is moving.

Gandhi: Yes. but in what direction?