EverAfter (1998) - Quotes

Rodmilla: Are you ill?

King Francis: [half-asleep] Off... with his head.

Queen Marie: Francis, wake up. Our son has something he wants to tell us.

Henry: Mother, Father, I want to build a University, with the largest library on the continent, where anyone can study no matter their station.

King Francis: All right. Who are you and what have you done with our son?

Henry: [laughs] Oh, and I want to invite the gypsies to the ball.

Henry: You saved my life you know, back there, in the woods.

Danielle: A girl does what she can, sire.

Henry: Henry.

Danielle: Henry.

Danielle: [to the head Gypsy] I demand you return my things at once. And since you have deprived me of my escort, I demand a horse as well.

Gypsy: My lady, you can have anything you can carry.

Danielle: [glances at Prince Henry] May I have your word on that, sir?

Gypsy: [considers for a moment; Danielle walks to Prince Henry and picks him up over her back; She turns and bows toward the head Gypsy and walks away; laughing] On my honor as a Gypsy, anything you can carry. Come back. I'll give you a horse.

Henry: I have no desire to be king.

Danielle: [looks at him strangely] Oh but think of all the wonderful things you could do, for your country, for the world.

Henry: But to be so defined by your position. To only be seen as what you are, you have no idea how insufferable that is!

Danielle: You might be surprised!

Henry: Really?

Danielle: [Pause; Henry smiles from fascination at her words; smiles at him] A Gypsy, for example, is rarely painted as anything else. They are defined by their status as you are, yet it is not who they are. You have been born to privilege, and with that come specific obligations. I am sorry. My mouth has run away with me again.

Henry: [smiling] No, me lady. It is your mouth, that has me hypnotized.

Jacqueline: Marguerite gets to do everything.

Marguerite: Oh, don't be daft, the Queen doesn't even know you exist.

Rodmilla: What Marguerite does is for all of us, my dear. We are counting on you to help her get ready.

Jacqueline: [sardonically] Lovely. Next thing you know I shall be cleaning the fireplace with Danielle!

Danielle: It makes me want to cry.

Henry: Pick one.

Danielle: I could no sooner choose a favorite star in the heavens.

Henry: What is it that touches you so?

Danielle: I suppose it is because when I was young, my father would stay up late and read to me. He was addicted to the written word and I would fall asleep listening to the sound of his voice.

Henry: What sort of books?

Danielle: Science, philosophy. I suppose they remind me of him. He died when I was eight. Utopia was the last book he brought home.

Henry: Which explains why you quote it.

Danielle: [Henry smiles, then the smile fades and he begins walking down the stairs away from Danielle] I would rather hear his voice again than any sound in the world. Is something wrong?

Henry: [turns to face her] In all my years of study, not one tutor ever demonstrated the passion you have shown me in the last two days. You have more conviction in one memory than I have... in my entire being.

Danielle: Your Highness, if there is anything I have said or done...

Henry: Please... don't. It's not you.

Henry: Where are your attendants?

Danielle: I... decided to give them the day off.

Henry: [incredulously] A day off? From what, life?

Danielle: Don't you ever tire of having people wait on you all the time?

Henry: Well, yes, but... they're servants, it's what they do.

Danielle: [coldly; rises] Well, I wish I could dismiss mine as easily as you do yours. I must be going.

Henry: [following her] You're angry with me!

Danielle: No.

Henry: Admit it!

Danielle: Well, yes, if you want to know.

Henry: Why?

Danielle: Because you are trying to bait me with your snobbery.

Henry: I fear, mademoiselle, that you are a walking contradiction, and I find that rather fascinating.

Danielle: Me?

Henry: Yes, you. You spout the ideals of a Utopian society and yet you live the life of a courtier!

Danielle: And you own all the land there is and yet you take no pride in working it! Is that not also a contradiction?

Henry: Hmm, first I am arrogant, and now I have no pride; however do I manage that?

Danielle: You have everything, and still the world holds no joy; and yet you insist on making fun of those who would see it for its possibilities.

Henry: How do you do it?

Danielle: Do what?

Henry: Go through each day with this kind of passion? Don't you find it exhausting?

Danielle: Only when I'm around you. Why do you like to irritate me so?

Henry: Why do you rise to the occasion?

Henry: Do you really think there is only one perfect mate?

Leonardo: As a matter of fact, I do.

Henry: Well then how you can be certain to find them? And if you do find them, are they really the one for you or do you only think they are? And what happens if the person you're supposed to be with never appears, or, or she does, but you're too distracted to notice?

Leonardo: You learn to pay attention.

Henry: Then let's say... God... puts two people on Earth and they are lucky enough to find one another. But one of them gets hit by lightning. Well then what? Is that it? Or, perchance, you meet someone new and marry all over again. Is that the lady you're supposed to be with or was it the first? And if so, when the two of them were walking side by side were they both the one for you and you just happened to meet the first one first or, was the second one supposed to be first? And is everything just chance or are some things meant to be?

Leonardo: You cannot leave everything to Fate, boy. She's got a lot to do. Sometimes you must give her a hand.

King Francis: You, sir, are restricted to the grounds.

Henry: Are you putting me on house arrest?

King Francis: Do not mock me, boy, for I am in a foul disposition. And I will have it my way--

Henry: Or what? You'll ship me off to the Americas like some criminal? All for the sake of your stupid contract?

King Francis: You are the Crown Prince of France!

Henry: And it is my life.

Queen Marie: [to Henry] Francis, sit down before you have a stroke. Really, the two of you. Sweetheart, you were born to privilege and with that comes specific obligations.

Henry: Forgive me, Mother, but marriage to a complete stranger never made anyone in this room very happy.

King Francis: You will marry Gabriella by the next full moon or I will strike you in any way I can.

Henry: What's it to be, Father, hot oil or the rack?

King Francis: I will simply deny you the crown and... live forever.

Henry: [leaves] Good. Agreed. I don't want it.

King Francis: [to Queen Marie, frustrated] He's your son!

Henry: [as Danielle hurries away] Have we met before?

Danielle: I-I do not believe so, Your Highness.

Henry: I could have sworn I knew every courtier in the province.

Danielle: Well... I am visiting a cousin.

Henry: Who?

Danielle: My cousin.

Henry: Yes, you said that. Which one?

Danielle: Th-the only one I have, sire.

Henry: Are you coy on purpose or do you honestly refuse to tell me your name?

Danielle: [stops quickly; quickly heads towards the gate] No. And yes.

Henry: Well, then, pray tell me your cousin's name so that I might call upon her to learn who you are. For anyone can quote Thomas More is well worth the effort.

Danielle: [stops, surprised] The Prince has read Utopia?

Henry: I found it sentimental and dull. Honestly, the plight of the everyday rustic bores me.

Danielle: I take it you do not converse with many peasants.

Henry: Heh, certainly not, no. Naturally.

Danielle: [starts walking again] Forgive me, Your Highness, but there is nothing "natural" about it. A country's character is defined by its "everyday rustics", as you call them. They are the legs you stand on and that position demands respect, not...

Henry: Am I to understand that you find me arrogant?

Danielle: Well, you gave one man back his life, but did you ever glance at the others?

Henry: Please, I beg you, a name. Any name.

Danielle: I... I fear the only name to leave you with... is Comtesse Nicole de Lancret.

Henry: [smiling] There now. That wasn't so hard.

Marguerite: I said I want four-minute eggs, not four one-minute eggs. And where in GOD'S name is our bread?

Rodmilla: Marguerite, precious, what do I always say to you about tone?

Jacqueline: [quietly] A lady of breeding ought never to raise her voice any louder than the... gentle hum of a whispering wind.

Rodmilla: Jacqueline, dear, do not speak unless you can improve the silence.

Marguerite: I was not shrill, mother. I was resonant. A courtier knows the difference.

Rodmilla: I very much doubt your style of resonance would be permitted in the Royal Court.

Marguerite: Well, I'm not going to the Royal Court, am I, Mother? No one is, except some Spanish pig they have the nerve to call a princess.

Rodmilla: Darling, nothing is final until you're dead, and even then, I'm sure God negotiates.

Danielle: Forgive me, Your Highness, I did not see you.

Henry: Your aim would suggest otherwise.

Danielle: And for that, I know I must die.

Henry: Then speak of this to no one, and I shall be lenient.

Danielle: We have other horses, Your Highness. Younger, if that is your wish.

Henry: I wish for nothing more than to be free of my gilded cage.

Young Danielle: Gustave, I told you, not today!

Young Gustave: You look like a girl!

Young Danielle: That's what I am, half-wit!

Young Gustave: Yeah, but today you look it!

Young Danielle: Boy or girl, I can still whip you!

Grand Dame: I find your collection of folk tales quite brilliant, actually.

Jacob Grimm: Thank you.

Grand Dame: But I must say, I was terribly disturbed when I read your version of the Little Cinder Girl.

Jacob Grimm: [laughs] Well, there are those who swear that Perrault's telling with its Fairy Godmother and um... magic pumpkins would be closer to the truth.

Wilhelm Grimm: Some claim the shoe was made of fur. Others insist it was glass. Well, I guess we'll never know.

Jacob Grimm: Forgive me, Your Majesty, might I inquire about the painting? She's really quite, um... extraordinary.

Grand Dame: [reaches inside the box the footman has brought to her; The Grimm Brothers look at each other in shock] Her name was Danielle de Barbarac. And this was her glass slipper. Perhaps you will allow me to set the record straight.

Wilheim Grimm: Then it's true, the story.

Grand Dame: Yes, quite. Now then, what was that phrase you use? Oh, yes. Once upon a time, there lived a young girl who loved her father very much.

Queen Marie: Choose wisely, Henry. Divorce is only something they do in England.

Pierre Le Pieu: [to Danielle] I may be twice your age, but I'm well endowed. As evidenced by my estate, I've always had a soft spot for the less fortunate. You need a wealthy benefactor - and I need a young lady with spirit.

Leonardo da Vinci: I shall be down in history as the man who opened a door!

Leonardo da Vinci: I should leave walking on water with the Son of God. Fortunately, I tripped over an angel.

Crown Prince Henry II: [to Danielle] I kneel before you not as a prince, but as a man in love... But I would feel like a king if you, Danielle de Barbarac, would be my wife.

Crown Prince Henry II: [To Jacqueline] Tell no one we have spoken, for all shall reveal itself in due course.

Crown Prince Henry II: [to Danielle] Stay aloft, madame, there are games afoot.

Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent: No matter how bad things get, they can always get worse.

Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent: [to Danielle] The slightest turn of phrase can have a thousand meanings.

Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent: [to Danielle] How can anyone love a pebble in their shoe?

Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent: [to Danielle] Bow before royalty, you insolent fraud!

Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent: [to Henry] Ask her yourself! She is a grasping, devious little pretender, and it is my duty, Your Highness, to expose her as the covetous hoax she is.

Baroness Rodmilla de Ghent: [to Henry] She's an imposter, sire! Her name is Danielle de Barbarac, and she's been a servant in my home for the past ten years.

Danielle de Barbarac: [at the ball] Breathe. Just breathe.

Danielle de Barbarac: [to Henry] Why did you have to be so wonderful?

Danielle de Barbarac: [to Le Pieu] My father was an expert swordsman, monsieur. He taught me well. Now hand me that key or I swear on his grave I will slit you from navel to nose.

Danielle de Barbarac: [about the prince] Honestly, I think he and Marguerite deserve each other.

Danielle de Barbarac: [to Henry] If you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners corrupted from infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded, sire, but that you first make thieves and then punish them?