Character: Duke Philip Of Orleans

Is exactly like porridge in childhood. You remember? I don't remember where it was, Saint-Germain, it seems. You threw me porridge for Breakfast. I left in response and a fight ensued. You peed on me, I'm with you and here we are rolling on the floor and urinate on each other.
- You started it.
- You left me a mess. But to blame it was me, because you wrote to his brother, and I to the king!

I have always treated you with love and respect.
- So you say to yourself when fucking my wife?
- Well, at least someone has!

My fate is to be below you. It's not my choice, it's my duty. Know what it's like to be a cloud eclipsing the sun? I think it's hard to be king? Stay a day in the shoes of the king's brother!

Back, sucker!
- I am a Marshal of France and I know the word "back"!

Enough, cousin! I am the brother of the king, and you are only here to suffer!

My love is strong just like the day when we met!

Do you remember our first night together?
Yes.
- Remember what I said when we woke up?
- No.
- "From now on, every day I will not be able to touch you, to like you, to inhale your scent, it will be [for me] in the day of grief and mourning"! I wasn't joking then and not joking now!