Queen Catherine: So the three of you have come to buck each other up because I'm so frightening? Or did you all just want the pleasure of seeing me brought so low?
Kenna: I suppose a little bit of each, actually.


Queen Catherine: Mary, sweet Mary, I don't 'attempt' to do anything--I do it.
   

Bash: If I die of boredom while hearing my people's grievances, am I playing into the queen's hands?
   
Bash: Thanks to my father's lust for England and your need to marry a French king, I have a target on my back.
   

Queen Catherine: Happiness is the one thing we queens can never have.
   

Queen Catherine: Arming yourself against me? Am I really that frightening?
Mary: Am I really stupid enough to find out?

    Queen Catherine: I grow weary of your threats.
    King Henry: I grew weary of you a decade ago.


    King Henry: What did you expect? Mary's his fiancee, they were hours from being wed.
    Queen Catherine: Until she rode off with his brother. I'd call that engagement off.


   Mary:  Love is irrelevant to people like us, a privilege that we do not share. You told me that. I'll remember it all--every word,
   every moment--for the rest of my life. I love you. But I won't let other people die for me.
  

   Lola: You're so modest, sometimes I forget that your family owns half of Scotland.
   Aylee: Only the lower half!




    Mary: You do realize what laying claim to England could cost me?
    Francis: Yes I do...it could cost you your head.


   
     Francis: If servants are gossiping about your unmade bed, it is too late to rectify the situation.
   


    Catherine: Men must find something to kill from time to time.

     Bash: You're talking about changing the line of succession. And that's the kind of talk that gets
     bastards--and mistresses--beheaded.
   


    Catherine: History is written by the survivors. And I am surely that.
   


    Francis: Tell me when you want me to stop.
    Mary: Never.



    King Henry: Please. It's been a long time since I used that word.
   


    Queen Catherine: Feelings? Honestly!
   



    Mary: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that.
    Bash: You're right, I should have.




    Mary: I always knew Francis had a past. Men are allowed to have them, whereas we have our
    reputation ruined. Hardly seems fair.

    Bash: To see you smile is to feel the sun, your grace.
    Mary: Do you flirt with everyone?
    Bash: Absolutely everyone.


    Francis: And once I did that, I'd probably invite you to the harvest festival.
    Mary: I'd probably say yes.
    Francis: And I'd probably try to kiss you.
    Mary: And I probably wouldn't let you...at first.



    Bash: Killing isn't supposed to be easy. If your hands weren't shaking, you'd be him.
   




    Mary: Almost agreed?? You and King Henry have been talking for days! What have you been
     discussing, the weather?!
   


    Lola: Bash, how do you feel?
    Bash: Close to death, apparently.




    Mary: I'm glad that my unhappiness gives you so much pleasure.
    Queen Catherine: Your unhappiness gives me no pleasure. Your absence, however...





    Mary: I wonder whose face you're imagining in that target. A Portuguese prince, perhaps?

    King Henry: That's what kings do--we make promises to everybody. Whatever works for the
     realm, we keep. Otherwise, it never happened. Lesson for today.
   





    Greer: I'm not a fool--I know a true royal would never look at me but except to ruin me.
   





    Francis: She's not just an alliance. She's a girl.
   


   King Henry: Treat them as friends until they prove themselves foes.
   




   Queen Catherine: She was more afraid of meeting her future husband than of pirates! But I
   guess that's to be expected at age seven.
   



    Francis: I was riding:
    Bash: Oh, really? Who?



    Francis: She had skinny legs, a missing front tooth, and opinions.
   



    Francis: Love is irrelevant to people like us.