The Tudors2007

Thomas Cromwell:
Ah, Mr. Cranmer!

Thomas Cranmer:
I'm so sorry to be late, Mr. Cromwell. It's completely unforgivable.

Thomas Cromwell:
Nonsense, we haven't even begun dining. It's good to see you. Mr. Boleyn, Mr. Wyatt, this is Mr. Cranmer.

Thomas Wyatt:
Mr. Cranmer, you are a man of the cloth, I believe.

Thomas Cranmer:
And are you not a poet, Mr. Wyatt?

Thomas Wyatt:
That's the least of my sins. You may take one of my confessions after supper.

Thomas Cromwell:
I wouldn't if I were you. It'll turn your hear white.

Thomas Cromwell:
We were discussing before you arrived the progress of the Congregation of Bishops, which was called to decide upon the King's supremacy. His Majesty has wisely decided to appoint George Boleyn here to negotiate with Their Graces.

George Boleyn:
I found most of them accommodating. Of course, there are a few stubborn exceptions.

Thomas Cranmer:
Bishop Fisher, I assume.

George Boleyn:
True.

Thomas Cranmer:
May I ask who else?

George Boleyn:
The archbishop himself, Warham. After years being perfectly pliable, he suddenly become rather intransigent.

Thomas Wyatt:
It's because he's old, and consequently, he's closer to his maker, to whom in due course he must explain himself.

Thomas Cromwell:
Well, I'm sure that there'll be a simple matter of him to explain how he helped liberate his church from superstition, religious falsehood and ecclesiastical greed.