Ever After

Queen Marie: Choose wisely, Henry. Divorce is only something they do in England. Pierre Le Pieu: [to Danielle] I may be twice your age, but I'm well endowed. As evidenced by my estate, I've always had a soft spot for the less fortunate. You need a wealthy benefactor - and I need a young lady with spirit.

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Grand Dame: I find your collection of folk tales quite brilliant, actually. Jacob Grimm: Thank you. Grand Dame: But I must say, I was terribly disturbed when I read your version of the Little Cinder Girl. Jacob Grimm: Well, there are those who swear that Perrault's telling with its Fairy Godmother and um... [laughs] magic pumpkins would be closer to the truth. Wilhelm Grimm: Some claim the shoe was made of fur. Others insist it was glass. Well, I guess we'll never know. Jacob Grimm: Forgive me, Your Majesty, might I inquire about the painting? She's really quite, um... extraordinary. Grand Dame: Her name was Danielle de Barbarac. [reaches inside the box the footman has brought to her] And this was her glass slipper. [The Grimm Brothers look at each other in shock] Perhaps you will allow me to set the record straight. Wilheim Grimm: Then it's true, the story. Grand Dame: Yes, quite. Now then, what was that phrase you use? Oh, yes. Once upon a time, there lived a young girl who loved her

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Young Danielle: Gustave, I told you, not today! Young Gustave: You look like a girl! Young Danielle: That's what I am, half-wit! Young Gustave: Yeah, but today you look it! Young Danielle: Boy or girl, I can still whip you!

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Danielle: Forgive me, Your Highness, I did not see you. Henry: Your aim would suggest otherwise. Danielle: And for that, I know I must die. Henry: Then speak of this to no one, and I shall be lenient. Danielle: We have other horses, Your Highness. Younger, if that is your wish. Henry: I wish for nothing more than to be free of my gilded cage.

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Marguerite: I said I want four-minute eggs, not four one-minute eggs. And where in GOD'S name is our bread? Rodmilla: Marguerite, precious, what do I always say to you about tone? Jacqueline: A lady of breeding ought never to raise her voice any louder than the... [quietly] gentle hum of a whispering wind. Rodmilla: Jacqueline, dear, do not speak unless you can improve the silence. Marguerite: I was not shrill, mother. I was resonant. A courtier knows the difference. Rodmilla: I very much doubt your style of resonance would be permitted in the Royal Court. Marguerite: Well, I'm not going to the Royal Court, am I, Mother? No one is, except some Spanish pig they have the nerve to call a princess. Rodmilla: Darling, nothing is final until you're dead, and even then, I'm sure God negotiates.

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Henry: [as Danielle hurries away] Have we met before? Danielle: I-I do not believe so, Your Highness. Henry: I could have sworn I knew every courtier in the province. Danielle: Well... I am visiting a cousin. Henry: Who? Danielle: My cousin. Henry: Yes, you said that. Which one? Danielle: Th-the only one I have, sire. Henry: Are you coy on purpose or do you honestly refuse to tell me your name? Danielle: [stops quickly] No. [quickly heads towards the gate] And yes. Henry: Well, then, pray tell me your cousin's name so that I might call upon her to learn who you are. For anyone can quote Thomas More is well worth the effort. Danielle: [stops, surprised] The Prince has read Utopia? Henry: I found it sentimental and dull. Honestly, the plight of the everyday rustic bores me. Danielle: I take it you do not converse with many peasants. Henry: Heh, certainly not, no. Naturally. Danielle: [starts walking again] Forgive me, Your Highness, but there is nothing "natural" about it. A country's ch

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