Ever After1998

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:
A lady of breeding ought never to raise her voice any louder than the... [quietly] 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.