"My sister was born of that whore, Anne Boleyn! She was born a bastard! She will never rule England!"
"When I look at you I see nothing of the king, only that whore, your mother. My father never did anything so well as to cut off her head."
"Your Majesty forgets he was also my father."
"Aye, but marry who, Your Grace? Would you give me some suggestion? For some say France and others Spain, and some cannot abide foreigners at all. So I am not sure how best to please you unless I married one of each."
"Now Your Majesty does make fun of the sanctity of marriage."
"I do not think *you* should lecture me on that, my lord, since you yourself have been *twice divorced*... and are now upon your third wife!"
"On a night such as this, could any woman say no?"
"On a night such as this, could a queen say no?"
"Does not a queen sit under the same stars as any other woman?"
"I have rid England of her enemies. What do I do now? Am I to be made of stone? Must I be touched by nothing?"
"Forgive me, Madam, but you are only a woman..."
"I may be a woman, Sir William, but if I choose I have the heart of a man! I am my father's daughter. I am not afraid of anything."
"I do not like wars. They have uncertain outcomes."
"There will be no more talk of marriage."
"Observe, Lord Burghley, I am married... to England."