The King's Speech

Elizabeth Bowes-Lyon, Duchess of York: [Using the name "Mrs. Johnson"] My husband, well... he's required to speak publicly. Lionel Logue: Perhaps he should change jobs. Elizabeth: He can't. Lionel Logue: Indentured servitude? Elizabeth: Something of that nature, yes.

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Lionel Logue: Do you know any jokes? Prince Albert, Duke of York: ...Timing isn't my strong suit.

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Lionel Logue: What was your earliest memory? Bertie: What on earth do you mean? Lionel Logue: Your first recollection. Bertie: I'm not... here to discuss... personal matters. Lionel Logue: Why are you here then? Bertie: BECAUSE I BLOODY WELL STAMMER! Lionel Logue: You have a bit of a temper. Bertie: One of... m-my many faults.

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Lionel Logue: [as George is lighting up a cigarette] Please don't do that. Bertie: I'm sorry? Lionel Logue: I believe sucking smoke into your lungs, well, it'll kill you. Bertie: My physicians say it relaxes the throat. Lionel Logue: They're idiots. Bertie: They've all been knighted. Lionel Logue: Makes it official, then.

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Lionel Logue: Take a nice deep breath, expand the chest, put your hands onto your ribs, deeper... how do you feel? Bertie: Full of hot air. Lionel Logue: Isn't that what public speaking's all about?

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Lionel Logue: Deep breath, and up comes Her Royal Highness... and slowly exhale, and down comes Her Royal Highness... Elizabeth: You all right, Bertie? Bertie: Yes. Elizabeth: It's actually quite good fun.

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