Rasputin and the Empress

The Czar:
This is our destiny, my dear.

The Czarina:
I know. What have we done to these people of yours, Nicky, that they'd hate us so,

The Czar:
Nothing, Alex. Everybody loves you, you know that.

The Czarina:
No. But, you love me, Nicky. That's enough for any Empress.

Natasha:
You don't like him because he's so outspoken. You don't like his manners. Isn't that it?

Prince Chegodieff:
No, that's not it. It, its his, smile. It's like a man-eating shark with a bible under his fin.

Prince Chegodieff:
I don't like him. I never shall.

Natasha:
You never tried to.

Prince Chegodieff:
Oh, it isn't that. There's something, clammy about him. I can't explain it. I've had the same feeling, brushing against something on a dark night.

Rasputin:
Whose in charge of the boy, you or me?

German-Language Teacher:
I am in charge of his highness' German lessons.

Rasputin:
Clear out!

German-Language Teacher:
I shall report this to her Majesty.

Rasputin:
Get out, you kraut-head! You dried up sausage!

The Czarina:
I need you.

Prince Chegodieff:
Yes, your Majesty.

The Czarina:
I've injured you. But, I've injured Russia more.

Prince Chegodieff:
Your Majesty, I know how much you love Russia. Everything in your heart, everything that you've done, you thought was for Russia's good.

The Czarina:
My heart is broken. What are we to do?

The Czarina:
This is another century, Igor. What you have done has put us back 20 years in the eyes of Europe.

Grand Duke Igor:
My dear, Empress. Or, would you rather be called Kaiserina

The Czar:
Igor!

Prince Chegodieff:
The, eh, last Empress Germany gave us, Catherine, was usually called the Great.

The Czarina:
Paul!

Prince Chegodieff:
Majesty! Your lordship, look at him!

The Czarina:
What's the matter with him?

Rasputin:
Why, he's frightened, naturally. It's alright my boy, go to your mother. Don't be afraid. He won't hurt me.

Prince Chegodieff:
Look at his eyes!

The Czarina:
What's the matter with his eyes?

Rasputin:
Is it because he wasn't glad to see you? What do you say to your mother, lordship?

The Czarevitch:
I love you mamushka.

The Czarina:
I love you darling.