TV series: Versailles (Versailles)

I love the wait - time makes the wine better.
- I think it's all in the grapes.

- Clever woman!
- Men love to invent different names for our floor - Yes, I am a woman and I'm proud of you man!

Now you dream of Paradise, but to build it you have.

On the battlefield, no kings, no nobility, no peasants. Everyone is equal and fighting to live another day.

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!

Dance is a kind of conversation. It has rules, limitations. It is like a dress that you are wearing.

Beauty opens many doors.
- To whom as not you to know. But the beauty without wit are futile.

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.

We're all cursed here, don't you see? I'm the Queen whore, you're a loyal slut. We may ask for forgiveness, but the salvation we can not see.

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!

I serve You how used to be your father. He did so, as was always accepted. I see that You are a completely different person. You person born in the new era, born much earlier than those who will love you and follow you. The choice is clear, sire, there are two ways: the familiar and the unknown, which should pave. And Your next move will determine where we go next we all. On which one of them You will step at this moment, affects our common future. We know, as did the kings of the past, but You another, sir, You are the king of our future. The only question is, what will it be?