Character: The king of France - Louis XIV

The problem of reflections that almost always they are telling the truth.

- Tell me about your son.
- On his deathbed he asked me to talk about life with You.
- What did you say?
- The truth. That is a gift of God to be next to You what Your gardens are so gorgeous that they themselves bear the beauty and what's on their mind anyone breathless. I also told my son that someday he will live and work in my place, will be part of the most generous family in the world. Where everyone dares to dream that someday he will live like a king. Or Queen. In the Palace captivates the eye and captivate the heart and that one day when we all will be gone, this wonderful place will compose legends. But when it happens, I'm afraid those who will listen to them, don't believe. They'll take them for the stories.
- Your son liked it?
- He asked if he will go. And I told him so.
- Many would say that Your son is now in a better world, but I think a true Paradise in the arms of his father, to be here with You. Now. But it is not for us to choose, God has his plans. And we are not to doubt His intentions.

- Take a chair. I said chair, not a stool. Chair with armrests.
But only the king may sit in the chair next to Your Majesty.
- You're more than a king. You my friend.

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

You are an amazing woman, you betray the living and keep the loyalty of the shadows.

- You are a very lonely man, sir.
- I'm the king.

I love Versailles, sire.
- And the king?
- Sire, no king would not have been Versailles.

- Why have you identified women had their throats cut?
- I can explain the actions of bandits, my old acquaintances, but these Oriental people are a mystery to me.

- Do you think Degree, still Bay will not be with the Marquise du Plessis-Baller like the usual street girl?
- I'm afraid, sire, that for Bey, there is no difference between a French Marquise and a French prostitute.

Oh, Madame, you are impossible! But please, stay like this always.

- Entertain Bey, tell him about our customs, shared get him to come to Versailles, as he still refused to come, due to multiple failures of the St Amon.
- Sire, this mission is not a diplomat and courtesan!
- God, what anger! I just thought that where a man of average ability were defeated, a woman like you will surely succeed.
- On what kind of woman says Your Majesty? Sir, you entrusted this mission not the Marquise du Plessis-Belier? Rather, you turn to the widow of a sorcerer Parka.

- I don't know anything about diplomacy.
- Let doubt.
- I don't know a single word in Persian.
- Your eyes, smile, your gait, your hair, even speak Persian.

The life leaves my body, but my mind is clear as ever. The king loves my wife!..
- What nonsense?
- It's true. The king of France wants to take away from me the only thing I am not able to give him - my wife. Sire, I love Angelique. And more than life itself appreciate their king. That's why my life has become completely unbearable for me, and I in the battle were looking for death...
- My friend...
- Please, Your Majesty, to forgive me for this bitter truth. Only my position entitles me to be Frank...

He did the gold!
- He just extracted it from the rock.
- The essence is different: he has so much gold that he imagines himself the most powerful. Luxury, Madam, not for mere mortals. Only a king should live like royalty.
My husband only cares about the welfare of the king.
- Being the richest of my subjects hold a whole army, creating a state within a state!?