Theater of Blood1973

Peregrine Devlin:
Lionheart, what the hell do you want here?

Edward Lionheart:
[Walking to the best actor award] This. My just reward, the whole world knows it is mine by right. But you deliberately withheld it from me. You deliberately humiliated me in front of my press, my public and my peers. It was the culmination of your determined denial of my genius! For thirty years the public has acknowledged that I am the master, and that this year my season of Shakespeare was the shining jewel in the crown of the immortal bard. But you, with your overweening malice, give the award to a twitching, mumbling boy, who can barely grunt his way through an incomprehensible performance! No, no, it is mine!